Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
Urthosha's Place
Urthosha's Place
Lao'Taun: Returning to the Lorenz System made for time to conduct repairs to the Leviathan. It was customary at the end of every major campaign for personnel who had served to be permitted shore-leave, it was popular among the humanoids, others utilized the time for breeding or other affairs of their respective sections of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla. Kithugha-Damaudan City was primarily Norian, along with a mixture of other humanoid citizens - it was a bustling metropolis within the centre of the Chanyosa's Habitat Sector. High-speed trams zipped through tunnels from station to station moving passengers between locations within the city, Massive markets sprawled across the open squares between the massive oblisks of skyscrape-like structures that were embedded right into the Chanyosa herself. Lights zipped past the tinted windows of the tram car as it zipped through one of the elevated tunnels, blasting past several of the larger buildings within the city as it headed towards the Y'phur Promenade which had views of the Ute'ghaquatha Anatsha Conglomerate's Production Bays where the majority of non-leviathan vessels were produced.
The tram car doors opened at the terminal, and as the passengers began to disembark a young boy began to tug at his mother's sleeve as he looked back at a robed figure who carried a large twenty inch UAC Dedicated Designer's Pad (UDDP). The young boy, tugged over and over.."Mum...Mum....That man...That is..." Noticing the young boy, Lao'Taun raised his right hand, and motioned for the young boy to be quiet and then tugged his hood a bit more to help shield his face. The young boy's blue eyes widened in response and he gave a bit of a nod, looking back over and over as the rarely seen Luminary darted off into the crowded terminal. There was plenty of more direct ways Lao'Taun could of taken, or even had arranged an escort - it would of just disrupted the city, and after the bloody victories that were scored he seen no reason to provide that type of pomp and circumstance over something so trivial as tea and a view.
The tram car doors opened at the terminal, and as the passengers began to disembark a young boy began to tug at his mother's sleeve as he looked back at a robed figure who carried a large twenty inch UAC Dedicated Designer's Pad (UDDP). The young boy, tugged over and over.."Mum...Mum....That man...That is..." Noticing the young boy, Lao'Taun raised his right hand, and motioned for the young boy to be quiet and then tugged his hood a bit more to help shield his face. The young boy's blue eyes widened in response and he gave a bit of a nod, looking back over and over as the rarely seen Luminary darted off into the crowded terminal. There was plenty of more direct ways Lao'Taun could of taken, or even had arranged an escort - it would of just disrupted the city, and after the bloody victories that were scored he seen no reason to provide that type of pomp and circumstance over something so trivial as tea and a view.
Urthosha's Place was not much, a small teahouse but it had a view sitting at main-level with the Ute'ghaquatha Anatsha Conglomerate's Fourth Production Bay. Upon arrival, Lao'Taun was greeted by the hostess, a younger human-appearing woman with oriental features who bowed out of respect - unknowing of his identity. "Good Afternoon, please come in." she said, motioning behind the translucent white curtain as he removed his shoes and continued past her. She noticed the UDDP and said, "A ship designer? I take it you will want to be seated close to the view-port." She then motioned towards one of the tables that had a view of the production bay. There was currently a ship in dock, one of the Niaythian Battleships that had taken damage during the trip back through the trans-universal gate, there was various construction pods zipping back and forth and it's field coil assemblies were apart.
Lao'Taun nodded, and reached up drawing his hood back slightly - just enough to let the woman see who he was. Just as she was about to react, he grabbed her wrist and whispered for her to calm. "Hot tea, please." he said releasing his hold on her as he sat down on one of the cushions and crossed his legs. The dimly lit tea house made a good place to get some work done on Satrina's ship. He activated the UDDP and brought up the schematics for the new ship. He had made sure she knew where he was. It was time they talked, time that the Magistra began to serve the will of the Dominion Luminary Assimilate.
Satrina:
"To consume all burden of old affliction whose blooms are grown of archaic sin and death the sap that founts and flows..."
Did you know cannibals devour more than just their own kind?
"Strange how I got to this point," pondered the exquisite beauty of Saatthan descent as she relished the pithily-dim lit abstruse environs of the TU TI’AUHRSUS LUHSIL (more commonly known as ‘House of the Tainted Lily’) situated within the darker side of the Y'phur Promenade. Most of these ‘Painted Lilies' came from the Hasu Hanamachi specialising in the Umarian decadences. Here, the Luhsil specialized in music and burlesque, along with the special house aromatic coffee and liqueurs, these concocted exclusive beverages were rumoured to transcend the tastebuds towards ‘the heavens’. In another age, this decadent den would have been perhaps serving absinthe and laudanum by these painted dolls. The atmosphere of LUHSIL was of the kind which could illicit phantasms, especially at the moment as small amber gallery directional lamps, a few backlights’, highlighted the works of famed Paunsag's naked women (and trans-genders) found in fabled situations of mythology. Olirrz Lairirr’s so-called 'Pariah Art'; featured in every conceivable spot and position. The creators were having an artists' reception there soon, entitled: The Naked and The Dead.
"It is said I was indirectly the cause of the depraved devastating act of wanton destruction recently on Yuki’Ryo and now that unfathomable wicked wind born (exact same as the uncharacteristic air disturbance that manifested on that mysterious isle) debacle of despicable loss of life and property within Kithugha-Damaudan City, for what.... merely a few thousand dead, the amorous hand adorned by black orchids or even the stars that are smothered in the overshadow of the Umarian Empire I would much rather see their painted skins decorating the Yughoshi spires!” The despondent ‘Orchid’ finished off her bean spawn beverage and thought to herself, "Darkly murmured among shadowy legend believers that I am afflicted with some 'curse' which has made me a 'Eater of Hearts’. Now, fancy that!" Another harmony resounded, its vibrations twanged rhythmically, rebounding from the walls were shadows arched their dissonant napes to dance among the blossoms; and the frail touch of petals tossed were those about Satrina’s fingers.
"How did you ever learn to play so intricately well our ancient tunes?" gasped an incredulous yet quite charmed Norian 'Maiko' listening to this devotional recital emanating so sweetly and sorrowfully that sent its notes throughout the establishment. The violet and indigo kimono decorated by an array of brightly coloured obis that bore a ghostly beauty with the white powdered features with the romantic-orient features of cherry red doll-like lips and highly accentuated eyes fully revealed by the lacquered hair from the shoulders and decorated with the frail petals of the cherry blossom. Satrina was by now, used to such acclamation from other 'Flower Houses' to soon astonished by the delicacy of her haunting music, from an instrument none had ever seen, the Si'ai'assi'ar Hi'asz [Saatthan ‘Lute ‘—similar to that of the Japanese Koto]. Kneeling to the right side of the instrument craved from ebony wood. Digits ornamented with the three gold plectrums (thumb and the first two fingers), then stylishly with artistic poise and fluidly plucking at the strings, till they produced the most otherworldly tune—an alien sorrow.
Leaning head to one side, observing with a judging stare. "Are you all right? You're gaping wider than the Sluga'-Slaghn at feeding time." Chiaki’s throat decided to let air through it at last, gasping quietly until she managed to find voice. "Empress, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, forgive me!" Black silk robe flowed behind and around the statuesque structure of svelte form like a second shadow, and the gold decorations of embroidered blossoms on its folds glinted in the faint light. Tresses of jet and midnight cascaded down the length of spine, iridescent yet so dark that it was indistinguishable from the robe. Ebonized eyes peeking through the ravenesque veils to consider the question or the rhetorical exclaimed sound of surprise suggested in not only the woman’s tone but also the delicious expression written across her insipid features. "Oh hush child, no requirement is there for apology nor is their need for the flashy titles adhered to my brow like some gaudy crown. I would much rather place my throes amongst the stars, the view is far more exquisite from the bejewelled cosmos.” Chin lifting in a haughty fashion while right manicured brow arched.
“I play, because I am not deaf to its weeping or a stranger unto its sentiments!” Composition summoning visual imaginations shrouded in the black splendour of some porphyritic form consuming the veils of night. “I hope that your Danna still treats you well?” not that it was customary practice to question another’s house or what they chose to do with their women, but Satrina knew no shame and already knew who the woman belonged to, and when it came to seeking answers or the treatment of the hand to the petals that served them—then deciding to play yet another composition for the pleasure of whoever chose to hear it. A strong, sombre, eerie and resonant tune, it made the Norian woman compare it to the singing of black stars, or a litany of gods that invoke oblivion; the ‘Feaster of Stars’. "Amazing..." Chiaki uttered, as both she and Satrina seemed to lock onto each other's eyes, the scatological brown fluid excrement meeting with the blooming black lotus depths of the Imperial Consort’s. "
For someone”, Chiaki in her eloquent vocalization, "...who is the Empress of our people, and to continue the position despite adverse methods, accepted by the majority of our people, held high even amongst the Umarian’s. Your educated outside any world exceeds any I have ever known, yet you are sure not querulous to some 'stories'... that you are a wicked sorceress who is in league with the shadows.” The geisha-like doll looked auspiciously around the room where the shadows did gloom the walls and draped across the floor like whispering serpents waiting to strike the limbs of any who disturbed the quiet. Nervously chewing on the cherry flavour of those sharply shaped lips, “Yes, my Danna treats me well, but he is one of the Umarian Viceroys, and forgive me if it is not appropriate to speak that?”
Only knowing the female from the rule prior to Adrin’s fall and one of the luckier ones who managed to find a place here, Satrina tacitly shrugged and matter-of-factly stated, "You know full well I believe it's in the highly advanced hard sciences and faith that we'll find the 'key' to resolve and absolution, not some, confused at best, ritualistic mumbo jumbo idiocy of sorcery and shadows." Abysmal mirrors fixing upon the rest of the patrons with a voidic glare, “Evil or good, good or evil... does it truly matter? Sometimes you just have to hurt someone to make them understand how badly they're hurting themselves. You have to come to the rescue by being the villain, not just for them but for everyone they touch, lest they lose themselves in that same nothingness or infernal fire." Digits halting from playing, and the provoking harmonics of plucking of strings echoed to the very dusky corners of the prominent okiya .
“So there is punishment that marks one for life, brings one under control, and makes one a productive part of society when before they lacked purpose, direction, purpose and passion. I call it benediction; others refer to it as a cleansing..." It was more than obvious their beloved Empress was hinting towards something of a much darker purpose and nature. Then that cruel perfume spread across Satrina’s mouth, a derogatory and ever widening grin, her voice musical stoical and firm with its oozing sarcasm, “Hmm, a Viceroy of the Ute'ghaquatha Anatsha? I know, you speak ever so lovingly of him. And no, you should not speak of it unless your Danna expresses permission to do so, or, do you wish to lose those pretty petals of yours and be no less more of a weed to be discarded. A shamed flower is a fate far crueller than death, I assure you, Chiaki! Remember; never speak your Danna’s secrets whilst bedding your head upon another's pillow.” Reflection born on the faraway mind, of remembrance of such punishments where she herself judged and found another guilty of treason, a charge that carried the death sentence, but the Empress had granted the woman a clemency of a sort.
Instead of death, Satrina had decreed that the convicted have the words of such outburst tattooed on every part of her flesh and made to walk the city streets naked of innocence yet dressed in the very avowals of her crime. Moving from the elaborately carved string instrument, paying more attention to Chiaki, an expression the resembled the sun itself, blinding, majestic, peaceful, soothing, focused and completely engulfing all at once-- It was like being cradled in the arms of the end of the world... "On that fools flesh, among the words of scripture, her shame and crime I also had tattooed the names of her children and her children's children" she said, and Chiaki would swear to those final days that something flashed in Satrina’s eyes, as if wanting to break free, "And she will never forget who she is, who I am or who we are." Falling silent again, body gracefully ascending from the kneeled position at the side of the Si'ai'assi'ar, nigrescent eyes like the very voidic portals staring at the submissive as she swallowed audibly, while realizing her mouth was hanging open, and snapped it shut.
"But you won't tell anyone about this meeting, nor of the words shared and those more pointed than any dagger at my back" Satrina stated with no menace in her tone, no threat nor promise of danger; merely a relaxed, even concerned, conscience. "Of course not," the decorated maiko stated subdued in the imminence that seemed to pour from every pore of Satrina’s being. "Of course not," she repeated. "I know you won't, at least not now!" With the grin that swept into an expression more macabre than any would give credit towards the beauteous countenance, it was there bold and proudly expressed; for the nature of their meeting had been revealed even if it remained just between the two and in the vibrant musings of this refined business that entertained the masses with the beauty of the orient. The stars seemed cold and uncaring to the other woman who remained kneeled, as if bestowing honour at the feet of Satrina, and her fate like a stuttering flame, soon to be extinguished. The Empress looked down condescendingly at those same very stars.
"We need to save them, all of them, from themselves. We need to reclaim their fates and envelop them in ours. And we need to love them, no matter how much it hurts... them!” Reaching in descent rapidly as if to strike at the woman so that her feeble attempt to avoid a strike that not even the most of capable warriors had interjected-- making her look even more pathetic in comparison. Digits furling around the glass, only to it towards rubicund apertures, then tilting the vessel upwards to imbibe the last fragments of the sweet aromatic beverage, before lustrous lips rest on the periphery, while shaking her head in disappointment ... "All of you wayward children." The message had been delivered, even as the Hanamachi she belonged was welcomed by a far more wicked fate—a reminder of words, for sometimes with words an example to that lesson had to be administered. “Our actions are one of loyalty, reflection and gratitude. We give love to only towards our people, give water to flowers. We shouldn’t forget our first intentions; an excuse is merely an objection in disguise of agenda and unfaithfulness.”
Glacial beauty, smirking mockingly at the woman, and it was quite amazing how she could move from one extreme to the other, serene one second and venomous the next. So was the extremities of nature in all her guises. Left second fingernail sprang as a feline claw, long as a honed surgically sharp stiletto blade shaking at the mistress/slave/or whichever other title referred. Slinking lithe polymer synthetic limbs and ‘specialized’ weapon beneath the mantle of lavish silks, “Would love to chat further, however, I have a meeting that should not be kept waiting further, regardless of how sweet the waiting may be.” Spinning on the crests of black stiletto heels, then sauntering towards the exit with a languid provocative sway... gently closing the establishment door behind whilst elite black hovercars pulled outside and a group of arms rushing into the building behind her—indeed justice was served swift.
Unable to 'ideally' soil her hands in the eyes of the Norian or Umarian public; it was for the disgruntled Danna to punish his mistress for the betrayals blatantly shared in the eyes of her multiple lovers. Nodding respectfully while sliding form across the leather upholstery, then leaning back and elegantly crossing a slender leg over the other. With a lurch the vehicle was set into motion; while she watched the interiors and neon lights glide past in a streak of commotion and celebration towards Urthosha's Place. The Yughoshi's structure fascinated her and it was clear that the man wasn’t overly impressed as an unlit cigarette hung from his mouth, to which she reached for the burnished cigarette lighter, then leaning forward to light it whilst respectfully addressing him. “Good afternoon, Vice-roy Alcohost Yothazst” Black eyes looking upon her, his features rather stern which didn’t come all at a great surprise. Nodding his head just once though gaze not faltering in its examination.
Digits replacing the lighter back in the tray, then leaning back as hands folded to rest on the silk fabric covering knees—regally turning to watch the passing scenery and not wasting time by idle chatter. She wasn’t the type to speak merely for the sake of words and no doubt he wasn’t the type to listen to mere words spoken by a woman for simple pointless conversation, it was safe to assume he would hear enough of that in Congress. Travel time was short, only a few minutes in total, watching the Viceroy flip through screening on the datapad with a furrowed brow—arriving at Urthosha's Place while the car came to a steady halt, driver climbing from this seat and stepping out into the street to open the door for Satrina. Obliging, artistically gliding across the seat only to have her left wrist grabbed, a raspy harsh tone uttered from the Viceroy’s lips, “Be good to him. Serve him well; the reward is far more magnificent than the punishments, as you have just played witness to. Unlucky for Chiaki she wasn’t amongst my favoured.”
Features turning back half out of the escorted transport, eyebrow arching as eyes focused on the wrist held firmly within grasp, a cold smirk rising on the crescents of those full pouted apertures, “I shall take your advice and your 'demonstration' with honour and gratitude, for which they have been given. The words were welcomed the touch is not, for the intimidation in which to warn me, and within in the disguises of your actions, silence, and gesture...has failed to administer its message. The words were enough.” Forcefully retracting her hand, the action too bearing its own pointed significance and implication; though smiling politely, as much of the notion that was able to be given by one such as her towards one such as he—it would have been difficult explaining otherwise. Not remaining to watch him leave, pivoting instantly to enter the tea house. Bowing elegantly towards the hostess who instantly recognized her, and knew who awaited her attendance directed Satrina to where Lao’Taun awaited. Leading towards the tables where the production bay was the chosen scenery to enjoy. Standing before him, a softer tone of voice applied “May I take a seat?”
Lao'Taun:
Tea; it was a time for measurable indulgences, planning and for lucky...something deeper.
Lao'Taun waited a second, finishing one of the hull sections on the model that he was drafting on the UDDP, he then slid the stylus back into it's holder on the side and placed the UDDP down beside him. "Please, by all means." He motioned, palm flat as he directed her towards the cushion at the other side of the table. "Magnificent as always.." he complimented Satrina, observing the beauty of the Dark Orchid briefly. The waitress then brought a tray with two gaiwan to the table, the strong scent of Biluochun wafting from beneath the lids. She bowed to them both, set the tray down on the table and then headed back towards the kitchen, and Lao'Taun lightly rapped his fingers against the table, in respected thanks to her. The young woman felt honoured that she had served tea to the Dominion Luminary Assimilate and his Concubine, she couldn't wait to tell her mother.
Lao'Taun looked over the tray briefly, they had included a small clay pot of Jiaozi and a soy-vinegar dipping sauce to go with the tea. He wondered if it was a customary part of their service, or if they had included it as an attempt to impress him. "It was good of you to join me, I wanted to ask about the Magistra." He noted, as he brought the gaiwan to his lips with both hands, briefly sweeping the lid back with his thumb to take a sip. He then set it back down onto the tray. "It was my hopes that you had plans to keep them operational, now that the theatre of operations in the Elysium Spiral has been brought to a rightful close." Matters of the military, were equivalent to matters of the religious-kissed sects, especially the ones with the operational history of the Magistra. "Such an order could have potential now that you have returned from your mission, perhaps even continue to rise to stand out from the military arms - among my own hand." He gestured towards the tray, being sure to indicate that the tea and dumplings were to share.
Through the translucent pane, robotic arms and construction mecha carried components of the ship in dock, working to repair the damage to it so that it could return to service. Shipbuilding itself, when it came to the arts of war - was a form all of its own and each sect had their own way of doing things. Lights began to flash in the bay as it began to fill the water, obviously preparing for the arrival of Niaythians. It was obvious that Lao'Taun's choice of establishments had been planned, his favouritism for the aquatics was obvious to many within the UAR, but it was also favour that they had won through service and battle.
Lao'Taun held a great interest for Satrina's successes, they had brought a wealth to the U.A.R and also had been honourable and truly admirable in their execution to date. As they spoke, the Raatasi Tlataelat Ushacth was preparing for another deep-space assignment that would likely select the next spiral for incursion, a commonly assigned task to a military-arm during non-active theatres. Becoming idle was not within the tactics of Lao'Taun or any of the congress for that matter - The Athaehora Nysturu Arm, run by Vice-roy Alcohost that Satrina had just briefly been in contact with had been charged with rebuilding the Yirune Region of the Unyian Spiral. It was a task, along with the culturing of the Magistra, that Lao'Taun had intended upon personally overseeing.
Even in causal comforts, Lao'Taun was in constant motion - even if it did not appear to be the case. His neural connection to the Yugoshi Chanyosa enabled him to approve personnel transfers within the military arms, oversee fleet statuses, provide instruction on construction queues for shipyards and to order any action that most would consider as something that would come from a starship bridge - it thankfully took nothing away from his concentration either, the blessings of an enhanced mind. There however were times when he silenced the constant humm of the materna, shut out his congress and provided what he considered due attention to those who he believed deserved it, such things - the calamity of ordered chaos fell silent as he looked to Satrina.
Lao'Taun waited a second, finishing one of the hull sections on the model that he was drafting on the UDDP, he then slid the stylus back into it's holder on the side and placed the UDDP down beside him. "Please, by all means." He motioned, palm flat as he directed her towards the cushion at the other side of the table. "Magnificent as always.." he complimented Satrina, observing the beauty of the Dark Orchid briefly. The waitress then brought a tray with two gaiwan to the table, the strong scent of Biluochun wafting from beneath the lids. She bowed to them both, set the tray down on the table and then headed back towards the kitchen, and Lao'Taun lightly rapped his fingers against the table, in respected thanks to her. The young woman felt honoured that she had served tea to the Dominion Luminary Assimilate and his Concubine, she couldn't wait to tell her mother.
Lao'Taun looked over the tray briefly, they had included a small clay pot of Jiaozi and a soy-vinegar dipping sauce to go with the tea. He wondered if it was a customary part of their service, or if they had included it as an attempt to impress him. "It was good of you to join me, I wanted to ask about the Magistra." He noted, as he brought the gaiwan to his lips with both hands, briefly sweeping the lid back with his thumb to take a sip. He then set it back down onto the tray. "It was my hopes that you had plans to keep them operational, now that the theatre of operations in the Elysium Spiral has been brought to a rightful close." Matters of the military, were equivalent to matters of the religious-kissed sects, especially the ones with the operational history of the Magistra. "Such an order could have potential now that you have returned from your mission, perhaps even continue to rise to stand out from the military arms - among my own hand." He gestured towards the tray, being sure to indicate that the tea and dumplings were to share.
Through the translucent pane, robotic arms and construction mecha carried components of the ship in dock, working to repair the damage to it so that it could return to service. Shipbuilding itself, when it came to the arts of war - was a form all of its own and each sect had their own way of doing things. Lights began to flash in the bay as it began to fill the water, obviously preparing for the arrival of Niaythians. It was obvious that Lao'Taun's choice of establishments had been planned, his favouritism for the aquatics was obvious to many within the UAR, but it was also favour that they had won through service and battle.
Lao'Taun held a great interest for Satrina's successes, they had brought a wealth to the U.A.R and also had been honourable and truly admirable in their execution to date. As they spoke, the Raatasi Tlataelat Ushacth was preparing for another deep-space assignment that would likely select the next spiral for incursion, a commonly assigned task to a military-arm during non-active theatres. Becoming idle was not within the tactics of Lao'Taun or any of the congress for that matter - The Athaehora Nysturu Arm, run by Vice-roy Alcohost that Satrina had just briefly been in contact with had been charged with rebuilding the Yirune Region of the Unyian Spiral. It was a task, along with the culturing of the Magistra, that Lao'Taun had intended upon personally overseeing.
Even in causal comforts, Lao'Taun was in constant motion - even if it did not appear to be the case. His neural connection to the Yugoshi Chanyosa enabled him to approve personnel transfers within the military arms, oversee fleet statuses, provide instruction on construction queues for shipyards and to order any action that most would consider as something that would come from a starship bridge - it thankfully took nothing away from his concentration either, the blessings of an enhanced mind. There however were times when he silenced the constant humm of the materna, shut out his congress and provided what he considered due attention to those who he believed deserved it, such things - the calamity of ordered chaos fell silent as he looked to Satrina.
Satrina: Bowing head for a moment of silent obeisance, as slender figure declined to properly place folded legs under thighs. Firm rounds of constrictive PVC catsuit which gave Satrina a rather ‘sleek’ and ‘feline’ appeal to compliment the kohl decorations to highlight almond- epicanthic shaped eyes. Resting taut buttocks upon the back of her heels with ankles turned slightly outwards in forming the perfect position of the ‘V’ shape and spine flawlessly straight to elevate not just stature but also the crane of the feminine form and all its attributes—a traditional poise of elegance and sophistication. Delicate hands folded modestly in the cradle of diminutive lap whilst weapon fitted snugly under the concealment of those lavish and stunning silks and crimson apertures formed a cultured smile towards both Lao’Taun and the Tea Room’s hostess.
Noticing the UDDP being placed beside where Lao sat, and observing the placement of chosen scenery, and it did not require too much intelligence to figure he was overseeing production of some design. Melodic chime of acknowledgement sung atop the Alps of blossomed poppy-hued lips, a response to his statement and interest in the Magistrate and another for his interest in the matters of the Magistra. “Scahrossar, has kept the Magistra fully operational during my prolonged... absence. After all, there is never a shortage of people seeking punishment, just very few seeking actual emancipation in the eyes of their makers.” Eyes lifting slightly angular to offer a gesture pertaining towards the nature of said absence, then continuing as gaze moved slowly over the construction bays.
“We have been in constant communications since my return, as there is much to discuss on many levels. It seems. It would be however customary on our behalf that Scahrossar voices her own mind, since in my leavings her rank was elevated to that of the ‘First Ascended Illustrious’—Grand Magistra of the Harbingers.” A smile following the discourse, the sensual curve of crescent lips portrait ineffable gravity in its own manifest... as if an entire kalpa of summers were epitomized in a lone blossom. Form molded in the solemn, superb, inevitable lines of a divine lasciviousness. Satiny rivulets tumbling over shoulders reminiscent of moonlight on still midnight waters as eyes the darkness of sapphires bathed in wine shone within the presence of Dominion Luminary Assimilate’s inviolability. Shaking head in reply to passing on the offer of tea drinking, at least for the moment, but adding confer of reason to the refusal of hospitality...
“Gratitude for your kind offerings, but I only just finished in the partaking of Nigai-Sakura’Kohi, supposedly some ritual of conjugal love that is meant to secure fidelity. Of all things! Such a pity said beverage has been proven false in its legends.” Satrina vented a soft laugh to the explication exposing superstitions and age-long traditions lacking common sense. Having relinquished the facade of false appearance for countless centuries within Ayenee, an exploit and deed incommodious within itself and now wholly manifested, contented being back in her own likeness. A truth that would deceive and inveigle any whom had known her 'falsely' despite status of being Godly, Gifted and the Almighty. They could save their artificial laurels and faux ardours, their false triumphs over contestless fields.
Remembering dinner plans for that evening with Scahrossar and Madame Chao-Xing of the Daiyu Okiya, [‘Black Jade House’] a woman very influential in all matter of the more criminal aspects of ‘Lower Kithugha-Damaudan’. Repositioning a single leg from the knelt position customary in oriental establishments, right leg extending slightly outwards, exposing the lithe contours of swathed synthetics and lissom thigh. Contemplating the offering of invitation, for surely Madame Chao-Xing would be quite flattered to have the Luminary Assimilate enter her ‘reputable’ house (or so she liked to call it) and express the courteousness of her industries ‘hospitality’. It also demonstrated just how wide-spread Satrina’s influences were amongst the ladies of the orchards. For a moment, allowing that thought to muse...
“I also have an instrument on Ayenee, one who I believe can and will infiltrate any remaining resistance cluster with less suspicion than even your most gifted... pawns.” Of course referring to Poma Hikaru, the Admiral Kaleb Hikaru’s beloved teenage daughter, “You will be able to access her progress reports at your own leisure... should it please you to do so.” Ending the discussion of business and officialdom, turning at the waist to observe the production bay as it began to fill with water, signatory of the Niaythian Species. Having always held a passion for the Ocean Worlds, their melee techniques were unique, their higher order of intelligence excelled most of species without question and many failed to the comparison. Certainly a treat to behold, an honour even and the pleasure obvious by the glint in her seductive starless eyes and added delicious camber of lips and sentiments.
Noticing the UDDP being placed beside where Lao sat, and observing the placement of chosen scenery, and it did not require too much intelligence to figure he was overseeing production of some design. Melodic chime of acknowledgement sung atop the Alps of blossomed poppy-hued lips, a response to his statement and interest in the Magistrate and another for his interest in the matters of the Magistra. “Scahrossar, has kept the Magistra fully operational during my prolonged... absence. After all, there is never a shortage of people seeking punishment, just very few seeking actual emancipation in the eyes of their makers.” Eyes lifting slightly angular to offer a gesture pertaining towards the nature of said absence, then continuing as gaze moved slowly over the construction bays.
“We have been in constant communications since my return, as there is much to discuss on many levels. It seems. It would be however customary on our behalf that Scahrossar voices her own mind, since in my leavings her rank was elevated to that of the ‘First Ascended Illustrious’—Grand Magistra of the Harbingers.” A smile following the discourse, the sensual curve of crescent lips portrait ineffable gravity in its own manifest... as if an entire kalpa of summers were epitomized in a lone blossom. Form molded in the solemn, superb, inevitable lines of a divine lasciviousness. Satiny rivulets tumbling over shoulders reminiscent of moonlight on still midnight waters as eyes the darkness of sapphires bathed in wine shone within the presence of Dominion Luminary Assimilate’s inviolability. Shaking head in reply to passing on the offer of tea drinking, at least for the moment, but adding confer of reason to the refusal of hospitality...
“Gratitude for your kind offerings, but I only just finished in the partaking of Nigai-Sakura’Kohi, supposedly some ritual of conjugal love that is meant to secure fidelity. Of all things! Such a pity said beverage has been proven false in its legends.” Satrina vented a soft laugh to the explication exposing superstitions and age-long traditions lacking common sense. Having relinquished the facade of false appearance for countless centuries within Ayenee, an exploit and deed incommodious within itself and now wholly manifested, contented being back in her own likeness. A truth that would deceive and inveigle any whom had known her 'falsely' despite status of being Godly, Gifted and the Almighty. They could save their artificial laurels and faux ardours, their false triumphs over contestless fields.
Remembering dinner plans for that evening with Scahrossar and Madame Chao-Xing of the Daiyu Okiya, [‘Black Jade House’] a woman very influential in all matter of the more criminal aspects of ‘Lower Kithugha-Damaudan’. Repositioning a single leg from the knelt position customary in oriental establishments, right leg extending slightly outwards, exposing the lithe contours of swathed synthetics and lissom thigh. Contemplating the offering of invitation, for surely Madame Chao-Xing would be quite flattered to have the Luminary Assimilate enter her ‘reputable’ house (or so she liked to call it) and express the courteousness of her industries ‘hospitality’. It also demonstrated just how wide-spread Satrina’s influences were amongst the ladies of the orchards. For a moment, allowing that thought to muse...
“I also have an instrument on Ayenee, one who I believe can and will infiltrate any remaining resistance cluster with less suspicion than even your most gifted... pawns.” Of course referring to Poma Hikaru, the Admiral Kaleb Hikaru’s beloved teenage daughter, “You will be able to access her progress reports at your own leisure... should it please you to do so.” Ending the discussion of business and officialdom, turning at the waist to observe the production bay as it began to fill with water, signatory of the Niaythian Species. Having always held a passion for the Ocean Worlds, their melee techniques were unique, their higher order of intelligence excelled most of species without question and many failed to the comparison. Certainly a treat to behold, an honour even and the pleasure obvious by the glint in her seductive starless eyes and added delicious camber of lips and sentiments.
Lao'Taun: An uttered name... should have a distinguishable magnitude...
His attentiveness was measurable, beheld within the quiet gaze uplifted from the occasional sips of tea from the two-handed bowl. The occasional nod stood in affirmation of her words, her merit - the name she spoke bore little magnitude, and in that laid the challenge now that it had been mentioned and rank deployed. "Upon your word, they stand - may the deeds of both this Scahrossar and Poma soon come to my judgement." his posture never broke, gaze centred upon hers. "In acknowledgement of your Magistra, the coming days shall make this analysis possible.. I will observe in a more..." he paused for a second, lifting the lid of the gaiwan allowing more of the potent green tea within to impart upon the air it's aromas. "...personal manner." he completed, hopefully making it clear of his intentions to evaluate the ranks beneath Satrina. He had faith in her, but those within her command required a closer inspection.
He closed his eyes briefly, the dark windows reopening as if refreshed. Her mention of a rite, stirred him in sorts - fidelity was expected, just perhaps understated. Such things required an investment of things beyond tea. Lao'Taun said then, changing the topic away from the subservient orders. "The orders have assembled many festivals within celebration of your honourable return. A species of orchid is to be named in your honour and placed within the arboretum." He found it easier to lead with such a statement, the edges of his lips ever so slightly upturning as he stated with assured movement of his neck, "Of course their rejoice is but grains of sand in measure to my own, so I have begun to work on a special token in honour not only of your deeds completed, but in honour of your place as my concubine as well." The material itself meant little, beings such a them often found little solace in the possession of goods and clutter. For him it was the thought, the fact he would so boldly honour her outside of the quiet moments where blossoms fell from trees into the ponds of the quieter internal gardens of the Chanyosa. He said quietly, "It is good to have you home." his words carried a sincerity that was spoken with the same confidence as a declared order but laden with gentle collective droplets of emotion, the dew upon the petals of the orchid that made it glisten within the rays of his praises.
To be able to retain composure within the radiance of adoration was a means of deception, for the warrior's pride would bare not the effect of dramatically displayed emotion. At the same time, there was not an arrogance which beseeched her with denial - Instead of falseness he bore himself within the usual manners. Finding that tea no longer suited his desires he looked briefly into the blue ocean of the flooded bay next to them began, watch as it began to swim with the scaled blue somewhat part-humanoid appearing finned ones that dominated the aquatic regimes. They bore little resemblance to confused legends of mer-folk that littered the lore of some worlds, of course the colourful blue splays of light which echoed off their scales beheld them in a much more radiant manner. He then turned his attention back completely to Satrina, "This evening when the days demands are gone, can I expect you within the S'elothotha Cystho ? It would be nice to enjoy the later hours together." The invitation was within the rarity of the moment, he quietly finished the tea within his bowl and awaited her response.
The work on the ship he had begun was nearly ready to send to the conglomerate so that construction could begin. He was within the clutches of anticipation when it came to actually being able to unveil it to her. Each detail had been defined upon the greatest of scrutiny, and right down to the stylized curve of the backs of chairs, the ship had been the work of his mind, and bore the intensity that he poured into everything he touched. He remained disconnected from the commune of the congress, it could be easily caught up with the details later - for now he continued to provide her with all of his attentions. With a light rap of his digits across the side of the table, the waitress returned, bowed and took away the tray, no doubt disappointed that her added effort had went uneaten. A reward would come later, likely in the form of an acceptance to one of the colleges that taught the various paths of the Umarian. A path that would likely lead to some kind of officer position within the newly forming Norian arm of the U.A.R.
His attentiveness was measurable, beheld within the quiet gaze uplifted from the occasional sips of tea from the two-handed bowl. The occasional nod stood in affirmation of her words, her merit - the name she spoke bore little magnitude, and in that laid the challenge now that it had been mentioned and rank deployed. "Upon your word, they stand - may the deeds of both this Scahrossar and Poma soon come to my judgement." his posture never broke, gaze centred upon hers. "In acknowledgement of your Magistra, the coming days shall make this analysis possible.. I will observe in a more..." he paused for a second, lifting the lid of the gaiwan allowing more of the potent green tea within to impart upon the air it's aromas. "...personal manner." he completed, hopefully making it clear of his intentions to evaluate the ranks beneath Satrina. He had faith in her, but those within her command required a closer inspection.
He closed his eyes briefly, the dark windows reopening as if refreshed. Her mention of a rite, stirred him in sorts - fidelity was expected, just perhaps understated. Such things required an investment of things beyond tea. Lao'Taun said then, changing the topic away from the subservient orders. "The orders have assembled many festivals within celebration of your honourable return. A species of orchid is to be named in your honour and placed within the arboretum." He found it easier to lead with such a statement, the edges of his lips ever so slightly upturning as he stated with assured movement of his neck, "Of course their rejoice is but grains of sand in measure to my own, so I have begun to work on a special token in honour not only of your deeds completed, but in honour of your place as my concubine as well." The material itself meant little, beings such a them often found little solace in the possession of goods and clutter. For him it was the thought, the fact he would so boldly honour her outside of the quiet moments where blossoms fell from trees into the ponds of the quieter internal gardens of the Chanyosa. He said quietly, "It is good to have you home." his words carried a sincerity that was spoken with the same confidence as a declared order but laden with gentle collective droplets of emotion, the dew upon the petals of the orchid that made it glisten within the rays of his praises.
To be able to retain composure within the radiance of adoration was a means of deception, for the warrior's pride would bare not the effect of dramatically displayed emotion. At the same time, there was not an arrogance which beseeched her with denial - Instead of falseness he bore himself within the usual manners. Finding that tea no longer suited his desires he looked briefly into the blue ocean of the flooded bay next to them began, watch as it began to swim with the scaled blue somewhat part-humanoid appearing finned ones that dominated the aquatic regimes. They bore little resemblance to confused legends of mer-folk that littered the lore of some worlds, of course the colourful blue splays of light which echoed off their scales beheld them in a much more radiant manner. He then turned his attention back completely to Satrina, "This evening when the days demands are gone, can I expect you within the S'elothotha Cystho ? It would be nice to enjoy the later hours together." The invitation was within the rarity of the moment, he quietly finished the tea within his bowl and awaited her response.
The work on the ship he had begun was nearly ready to send to the conglomerate so that construction could begin. He was within the clutches of anticipation when it came to actually being able to unveil it to her. Each detail had been defined upon the greatest of scrutiny, and right down to the stylized curve of the backs of chairs, the ship had been the work of his mind, and bore the intensity that he poured into everything he touched. He remained disconnected from the commune of the congress, it could be easily caught up with the details later - for now he continued to provide her with all of his attentions. With a light rap of his digits across the side of the table, the waitress returned, bowed and took away the tray, no doubt disappointed that her added effort had went uneaten. A reward would come later, likely in the form of an acceptance to one of the colleges that taught the various paths of the Umarian. A path that would likely lead to some kind of officer position within the newly forming Norian arm of the U.A.R.
Satrina: For the paper-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms withers...
Granting a firm and conservative smile, not retorting to the comments of any befalling his judgements or being placed under his scrutinizing attentions for it bore little relevance. “In a more personal manner!” the rhetorical statement ushered with more of an inquisitive tone with the delicate arch of a manicured brow. An ambiguous smile spread further over lips, unsure of exactly how to view having some species of orchid name in her honour; appearing in comparison—sprung from the fire and dust of perished spheres or some red rain of immemorial doom. In her eyes there was no cause for celebration or some festivities other than perchance Lao’Taun’s own praises and conquests, hers was merely only an instrument other than the doings of her own endeavours and aspirations.
Chiaroscuro in contrast with the ophidian tri-dimensional shades of those eyes, drinking in and observing every detail perceived and concealed, “I am sure Scahrossar will be in contact soon enough. No doubt there will be prospect found for such ‘precious’ fires!” lack of concern increasing like a subtle sore. “I have consented to the death of an army, their corpses shall be strewn across altars, and I am here.” Drawing the scarlet silks about her, suffused by petulance... “Maybe it is time for the Dominate Illuminary to reap the crop he has sown? After all, a field which is not harvested will run to seed and becomes of no worth.” Head tilting to the side at the comment of ‘being home’, right hand extending to allow a long finger nail to scratch along the contours of jawline to the upper rise of cheekbone, listening to the inner silence before seeking the delving of reflection. “My home is close at hand.”
Not choosing to elaborate further or any meaning to the nature of the words, even though they were spoken with little diligence. “The air is full of dreams, and the night full of eidolons. There are changes to be made, befitting the honour of this occasion.” Leaning forwards, hands unfolding from the neat clasp that rested on the platform of Satrina’s knee to offer leverage with the hint of incline towards Lao’Taun... “The secret of corruption is that a man will run for leagues after a dream, before he will take two steps up the slope of a harsh reality. Knowing your dreams then, set the yoke upon your will. Like myself, adhered to such ‘earthly’ indulgences, and so, those very gods were broken to such harnesses, like whipped bovines.”
There was no guilt displayed on the honeyed and velvet tones of dialect, or hidden within the somewhat perfunctory riddle. None of her trophies were worn with remorse or sorrow; they came from rapists, cut-throats, usurpers, murderers, generals, princes, emperors and the blackest of Ayenee’s Occultic practitioners. Some of them Satrina was proud to have fought and beaten, for they were great warriors and soldiers to their causes. Others, she had been glad to have shortened the lives of, for they left nothing but woe where they had passed. Many were helped to die with merciful haste, and countless lingered through tortures not many could have possibly endured.
Soundly, when tranquility allowed the peace of the blackest stillness, slumber came, and her mind didn’t bother debate the machinations of the gods for to her what was done was done. Short and relatively formal were responses, keeping visual focus on the water-filled construction bay, but the entirely of mental sharpness extended the penetration of any confined space, soaring within the ambiance of the building and even outwardly into the streets below. No mention was made of any plans or the current wish to attend any evening festivities, lowering head elegantly with a half declination to motion a ceremonial bow, cordial in its design.
Via cortical thinking [ED biogenetic circulatory system—partially invisible and immune to most sensors and scanners, fuelled by the telepathic potency of her own virulent somatic cells] Scheduling in an urgent visual conference with Alana who was on enroute from the Sculptus Aliis XI system whilst attending dinner with the Madame and Scahrossar at the Daiyu Okiya. Establishing confirmation of attendance... “I am on my way. We have much to speak of.” Not making any attempt to conceal or hide any communications, for such things would be dubious and scheming, not that those practices wasn’t a nameless stranger to Satrina’s principles, she wasn’t a fool neither.
Turning more to observing the Niaythian’s, with a posture unyielding, mind wondering if they missed their home worlds—the sea-winds with their perfumes of brine and weed mingling with the scents of ocean flowers and far-blown exotic balsams? Alas, the quinqueremes of cycled-ended wars weighing their tolls heavily on more than just the soul or even the heart. Slowly ascending from seated posture to her feet, “Gratitude for your company my Liege”, sincere in the statement, head nodding with a solitary fluidic motion before continuing, “Is there any other matters or affairs that perhaps should be brought to light or need attending to?” With a voice so circumspectly tender, beguiled by the mellifluous obligingness of tendency...
Not attempting to conceal the distant mannerism, or the venoms that had enforced an intoxicating sway within political stratagem-- where webs had been around many congresses and senates. Standing there, motionless like the portrait of the silver moon beneath the cold chrysochrous sun where darkness and the hues of russet embers of dying worlds whispered their laments to the voids. Brushing back a long wayward strand of ebony which fell to obscure Satrina’s features, looking down for a moment as thumb nail clawed fingernail flicked against the back of the wedding ring finger that no longer housed any matrimonial pledge other than the intricate orichalchum with its perpetual and deeply reflective surface, constantly changing as if the metal itself contained spirits or ethereal arabesques.
Invaluable black-flickering rhombus tanzanite gems smiling with anathemic hues of variable shades of black and crimson forming ‘Orchidaceae’ sepals. Black diamond’s highlighting the structure of the flowers center and the petals. Grandidierite, pleochroic-resplendence glistening greenish blue in the soft incandescent light across the structure of delicate leaves cut to the finest detail, even to the parallel veins that appeared to contain a sentient life of their own. Patently obvious the unique item bore ritualistic and Occultic significance due to the power that rippled from the stones depths and across the band that bound it to her slender digit. Fingernail toying with the adornment, carefully contemplating words to extend an invitation.
“Madame Chao-Xing of the Daiyu Okiya is holding a dignitary banquet this evening. I am sure she would be greatly honoured to have your presence within her private establishment. I shall however have to motion ahead; I require words with Scahrossar privately on matters of a more feminine informality, prior to discussions of business, structures, policies and politics, which can be the bitter ending to a somewhat pleasant evening.” Many memories stirred, words straightly guarded by lips... his gaze lingering like a tranquil light hiding behind it eternities of endless darkness and the murmured music of her voice became all but an echo of this ineffable hour.
The midnight brings a silence from the stars...
Granting a firm and conservative smile, not retorting to the comments of any befalling his judgements or being placed under his scrutinizing attentions for it bore little relevance. “In a more personal manner!” the rhetorical statement ushered with more of an inquisitive tone with the delicate arch of a manicured brow. An ambiguous smile spread further over lips, unsure of exactly how to view having some species of orchid name in her honour; appearing in comparison—sprung from the fire and dust of perished spheres or some red rain of immemorial doom. In her eyes there was no cause for celebration or some festivities other than perchance Lao’Taun’s own praises and conquests, hers was merely only an instrument other than the doings of her own endeavours and aspirations.
Chiaroscuro in contrast with the ophidian tri-dimensional shades of those eyes, drinking in and observing every detail perceived and concealed, “I am sure Scahrossar will be in contact soon enough. No doubt there will be prospect found for such ‘precious’ fires!” lack of concern increasing like a subtle sore. “I have consented to the death of an army, their corpses shall be strewn across altars, and I am here.” Drawing the scarlet silks about her, suffused by petulance... “Maybe it is time for the Dominate Illuminary to reap the crop he has sown? After all, a field which is not harvested will run to seed and becomes of no worth.” Head tilting to the side at the comment of ‘being home’, right hand extending to allow a long finger nail to scratch along the contours of jawline to the upper rise of cheekbone, listening to the inner silence before seeking the delving of reflection. “My home is close at hand.”
Not choosing to elaborate further or any meaning to the nature of the words, even though they were spoken with little diligence. “The air is full of dreams, and the night full of eidolons. There are changes to be made, befitting the honour of this occasion.” Leaning forwards, hands unfolding from the neat clasp that rested on the platform of Satrina’s knee to offer leverage with the hint of incline towards Lao’Taun... “The secret of corruption is that a man will run for leagues after a dream, before he will take two steps up the slope of a harsh reality. Knowing your dreams then, set the yoke upon your will. Like myself, adhered to such ‘earthly’ indulgences, and so, those very gods were broken to such harnesses, like whipped bovines.”
There was no guilt displayed on the honeyed and velvet tones of dialect, or hidden within the somewhat perfunctory riddle. None of her trophies were worn with remorse or sorrow; they came from rapists, cut-throats, usurpers, murderers, generals, princes, emperors and the blackest of Ayenee’s Occultic practitioners. Some of them Satrina was proud to have fought and beaten, for they were great warriors and soldiers to their causes. Others, she had been glad to have shortened the lives of, for they left nothing but woe where they had passed. Many were helped to die with merciful haste, and countless lingered through tortures not many could have possibly endured.
Soundly, when tranquility allowed the peace of the blackest stillness, slumber came, and her mind didn’t bother debate the machinations of the gods for to her what was done was done. Short and relatively formal were responses, keeping visual focus on the water-filled construction bay, but the entirely of mental sharpness extended the penetration of any confined space, soaring within the ambiance of the building and even outwardly into the streets below. No mention was made of any plans or the current wish to attend any evening festivities, lowering head elegantly with a half declination to motion a ceremonial bow, cordial in its design.
Via cortical thinking [ED biogenetic circulatory system—partially invisible and immune to most sensors and scanners, fuelled by the telepathic potency of her own virulent somatic cells] Scheduling in an urgent visual conference with Alana who was on enroute from the Sculptus Aliis XI system whilst attending dinner with the Madame and Scahrossar at the Daiyu Okiya. Establishing confirmation of attendance... “I am on my way. We have much to speak of.” Not making any attempt to conceal or hide any communications, for such things would be dubious and scheming, not that those practices wasn’t a nameless stranger to Satrina’s principles, she wasn’t a fool neither.
Turning more to observing the Niaythian’s, with a posture unyielding, mind wondering if they missed their home worlds—the sea-winds with their perfumes of brine and weed mingling with the scents of ocean flowers and far-blown exotic balsams? Alas, the quinqueremes of cycled-ended wars weighing their tolls heavily on more than just the soul or even the heart. Slowly ascending from seated posture to her feet, “Gratitude for your company my Liege”, sincere in the statement, head nodding with a solitary fluidic motion before continuing, “Is there any other matters or affairs that perhaps should be brought to light or need attending to?” With a voice so circumspectly tender, beguiled by the mellifluous obligingness of tendency...
Not attempting to conceal the distant mannerism, or the venoms that had enforced an intoxicating sway within political stratagem-- where webs had been around many congresses and senates. Standing there, motionless like the portrait of the silver moon beneath the cold chrysochrous sun where darkness and the hues of russet embers of dying worlds whispered their laments to the voids. Brushing back a long wayward strand of ebony which fell to obscure Satrina’s features, looking down for a moment as thumb nail clawed fingernail flicked against the back of the wedding ring finger that no longer housed any matrimonial pledge other than the intricate orichalchum with its perpetual and deeply reflective surface, constantly changing as if the metal itself contained spirits or ethereal arabesques.
Invaluable black-flickering rhombus tanzanite gems smiling with anathemic hues of variable shades of black and crimson forming ‘Orchidaceae’ sepals. Black diamond’s highlighting the structure of the flowers center and the petals. Grandidierite, pleochroic-resplendence glistening greenish blue in the soft incandescent light across the structure of delicate leaves cut to the finest detail, even to the parallel veins that appeared to contain a sentient life of their own. Patently obvious the unique item bore ritualistic and Occultic significance due to the power that rippled from the stones depths and across the band that bound it to her slender digit. Fingernail toying with the adornment, carefully contemplating words to extend an invitation.
“Madame Chao-Xing of the Daiyu Okiya is holding a dignitary banquet this evening. I am sure she would be greatly honoured to have your presence within her private establishment. I shall however have to motion ahead; I require words with Scahrossar privately on matters of a more feminine informality, prior to discussions of business, structures, policies and politics, which can be the bitter ending to a somewhat pleasant evening.” Many memories stirred, words straightly guarded by lips... his gaze lingering like a tranquil light hiding behind it eternities of endless darkness and the murmured music of her voice became all but an echo of this ineffable hour.
The midnight brings a silence from the stars...
Lao'Taun: The future we imagine, rarely unfolds before us - we never quite imagine the amount of bile that must be kissed upon the taste of our lips for it's harvest...
When she thanked him for his company, Lao'Taun tilted his head briefly acknowledging her thanks. "There is nothing pressing that cannot wait until a later time. I hope to see you this evening." He noted as he rose from the table and picked up the UDDP. He then tucked the device under his arm, "I will come to this banquet, but I will let you get to your meeting with Scahrossar. Please have the location sent to me." He ever so slightly leaned forwards and said quietly, "Huítóu jiàn." ("See you soon".) His words held a sincerity, along with a buffered emotion, he admired her in one final gaze and then headed out.
Outside of Urthosha's Place a black Dasolo-dho-style sedan with smooth sport-styling and tinted windows that gave it a luxurious look was waiting. The car had the sigil of the 'Hand of Lao'Taun' upon it's front doors and an embossed U.A.R coat of arms on the front bumper which caught the dim light cast by the lanternesque lights that lined the street. Lao'Taun stopped and put his shoes on as the front passenger's side door opened a Nyshakrlzhao Soldiers in dress uniform emerged, walked around the car and then opened the driver's side rear door and stood at attention, the soldier's features hidden beneath the metal and tinted visor of his helmet.
Once Lao'Taun was in the vehicle, the soldier closed the door and got back into the car.
"Xie xie...Sakruagna Dock." Lao'Taun said as he closed the tinted pane that separated the front and back seat. He immediately began searching the Imperial database on references to the Magistra, as well as Scahrossar as the car pulled out from the curb and zipped off towards the C1 transportation route, that lead to the Sakruagna Dock. He had an appearance to make, then would go to prepare for this dinner. The Sakruagna was reserved for important Imperial vessels only, it was generally only used for Lao'Taun or one of the Viceroy. The planned arrival, had the deck hands busy ensuring that gantry ladders and other equipment were clear from the bay and that the volumetric projections on the wall were correct. The flags of the T'rausigor Mithaiso Military Arm were projected on the walls along with the symbols of the UAR and an image of Lao'Taun which was centered over the viewports that looked outwards from the bay's control room.
The T'rausigor Mithaiso was a highly effective military arm of the U.A.R, it had served in both the Unyian Campaign as well as the Ryuusei Campagn, it's leader now served as the Viceroy over their holdings in the later of the two and was probably one of the most decorated of all of the Arnuin Congress. The blossoms of paperwhite narcissus flowers were scattered along the exit of the umbilical a symbol significant to the order.
When she thanked him for his company, Lao'Taun tilted his head briefly acknowledging her thanks. "There is nothing pressing that cannot wait until a later time. I hope to see you this evening." He noted as he rose from the table and picked up the UDDP. He then tucked the device under his arm, "I will come to this banquet, but I will let you get to your meeting with Scahrossar. Please have the location sent to me." He ever so slightly leaned forwards and said quietly, "Huítóu jiàn." ("See you soon".) His words held a sincerity, along with a buffered emotion, he admired her in one final gaze and then headed out.
Outside of Urthosha's Place a black Dasolo-dho-style sedan with smooth sport-styling and tinted windows that gave it a luxurious look was waiting. The car had the sigil of the 'Hand of Lao'Taun' upon it's front doors and an embossed U.A.R coat of arms on the front bumper which caught the dim light cast by the lanternesque lights that lined the street. Lao'Taun stopped and put his shoes on as the front passenger's side door opened a Nyshakrlzhao Soldiers in dress uniform emerged, walked around the car and then opened the driver's side rear door and stood at attention, the soldier's features hidden beneath the metal and tinted visor of his helmet.
Once Lao'Taun was in the vehicle, the soldier closed the door and got back into the car.
"Xie xie...Sakruagna Dock." Lao'Taun said as he closed the tinted pane that separated the front and back seat. He immediately began searching the Imperial database on references to the Magistra, as well as Scahrossar as the car pulled out from the curb and zipped off towards the C1 transportation route, that lead to the Sakruagna Dock. He had an appearance to make, then would go to prepare for this dinner. The Sakruagna was reserved for important Imperial vessels only, it was generally only used for Lao'Taun or one of the Viceroy. The planned arrival, had the deck hands busy ensuring that gantry ladders and other equipment were clear from the bay and that the volumetric projections on the wall were correct. The flags of the T'rausigor Mithaiso Military Arm were projected on the walls along with the symbols of the UAR and an image of Lao'Taun which was centered over the viewports that looked outwards from the bay's control room.
The T'rausigor Mithaiso was a highly effective military arm of the U.A.R, it had served in both the Unyian Campaign as well as the Ryuusei Campagn, it's leader now served as the Viceroy over their holdings in the later of the two and was probably one of the most decorated of all of the Arnuin Congress. The blossoms of paperwhite narcissus flowers were scattered along the exit of the umbilical a symbol significant to the order.
Minori:
Telyua
The star field disrupted, as the Telyua and it's escorts emerged from slipstream roughly half an astronomical unit from the Yughoshi Chanyosa. The command group was roughly six hundred vessels strong, including the Telyua, a Machugon-Class Flagship of Nyshakrlzhao design, imagines projected upon the flagship's gunmetal-grey hull shifted displaying the likeness of Lao'Taun out of honor as they began their approach on the Chanyosa.
"This is Nysha-Flagship, Telyua to Chanyosa control... requesting docking at Sakruagna. Telyua currently operating as Shulo-One." The communications specialist transmitted from the bridge of the Telyua, at the command of her superior.
"Telyua acknowledged, you are clear to dock at Sakruagna, uploading navigational solution via mindhive quantum link." One of the Chanyosa's operators responded, transmitting the data to the Telyua for final approach. "We confirm you status as Shulo-One, carrying gōng zhǔ Minori."
Eruptions of ionized gas purged from the manoeuvring thruster clusters on the Telyua's hull as the vessel's pilots made course adjustments as they entered the transit vector for Sakruagna. The massive flagship barely fit inside of the bay so the approach had to be coordinated with precision or they risked damaging the ship or the Chanyosa. It only took a few minutes for them to dock, umbilical whipping out and securing to the port as the Chanyosa's clamps closed around the frame of the ship just aft of the main cannon junction. The airlocks of the massive vessel purged, sending a silvern cloud of condensation and volatile spraying across the viewport to the bay.
Nyshakrlzhao soldiers a line two across and ten in length proceeded Minori as she made her way down the walkway from the command airlock. She was rather tall in stature, a towering 6'1" and a beautiful specimen of selective Nyshakrlzhao breeding. Rose colored hues splashed the aristocratic lines of raised cheekbones, beholding a very deceivingly delicate beauty set within the paler tones of Nysha colouration Slender pointed ears came to sharp peaks tilting slightly outwards in differentiation from the Norians which were seen more commonly within the Unyian Spiral. Nyshakrlzhao Cthakele armor hugged her feminine curves, the soft violet hue of asune glow emitting from the gem-like foci of the flexible brace that beheld her neck. Twin blasters holstered upon her hips that swayed elegantly with each step as she followed behind the attachment of honored guard.
"Welcome to the Materna Chanyosa...gōng zhǔ Minori." the sentry at the exit of the umbilical said as he opened the final door, leading to where Lao'Taun and his attachment were waiting.
"Xie xie.." Minori replied, her posture setting within a more rigid configuration as she cleared the final door and entered the receiving area of the Sakruagna Dock. "Yiq!" She said sharply, her detail falling into a staggered line formation at either side allowing her to pass through the centre. Minori smirked, lowering herself down unto her knees before her liege "For the Dominion..." she uttered, eyes befalling unto the Master's boots. "We have much to discuss..."
More soldiers began to exit from the other docking umbilical into the terminal below, for most it was their first trip home in over a year. The celebratory calls echoed throughout the docking facility as families were reunited and old friends prepared for what would possibly be an experience of a lifetime.
The coming days would show the beginnings of a new era...It was best for all to relish what they had, before the horizon beheld the new perils.
The star field disrupted, as the Telyua and it's escorts emerged from slipstream roughly half an astronomical unit from the Yughoshi Chanyosa. The command group was roughly six hundred vessels strong, including the Telyua, a Machugon-Class Flagship of Nyshakrlzhao design, imagines projected upon the flagship's gunmetal-grey hull shifted displaying the likeness of Lao'Taun out of honor as they began their approach on the Chanyosa.
"This is Nysha-Flagship, Telyua to Chanyosa control... requesting docking at Sakruagna. Telyua currently operating as Shulo-One." The communications specialist transmitted from the bridge of the Telyua, at the command of her superior.
"Telyua acknowledged, you are clear to dock at Sakruagna, uploading navigational solution via mindhive quantum link." One of the Chanyosa's operators responded, transmitting the data to the Telyua for final approach. "We confirm you status as Shulo-One, carrying gōng zhǔ Minori."
Eruptions of ionized gas purged from the manoeuvring thruster clusters on the Telyua's hull as the vessel's pilots made course adjustments as they entered the transit vector for Sakruagna. The massive flagship barely fit inside of the bay so the approach had to be coordinated with precision or they risked damaging the ship or the Chanyosa. It only took a few minutes for them to dock, umbilical whipping out and securing to the port as the Chanyosa's clamps closed around the frame of the ship just aft of the main cannon junction. The airlocks of the massive vessel purged, sending a silvern cloud of condensation and volatile spraying across the viewport to the bay.
Nyshakrlzhao soldiers a line two across and ten in length proceeded Minori as she made her way down the walkway from the command airlock. She was rather tall in stature, a towering 6'1" and a beautiful specimen of selective Nyshakrlzhao breeding. Rose colored hues splashed the aristocratic lines of raised cheekbones, beholding a very deceivingly delicate beauty set within the paler tones of Nysha colouration Slender pointed ears came to sharp peaks tilting slightly outwards in differentiation from the Norians which were seen more commonly within the Unyian Spiral. Nyshakrlzhao Cthakele armor hugged her feminine curves, the soft violet hue of asune glow emitting from the gem-like foci of the flexible brace that beheld her neck. Twin blasters holstered upon her hips that swayed elegantly with each step as she followed behind the attachment of honored guard.
"Welcome to the Materna Chanyosa...gōng zhǔ Minori." the sentry at the exit of the umbilical said as he opened the final door, leading to where Lao'Taun and his attachment were waiting.
"Xie xie.." Minori replied, her posture setting within a more rigid configuration as she cleared the final door and entered the receiving area of the Sakruagna Dock. "Yiq!" She said sharply, her detail falling into a staggered line formation at either side allowing her to pass through the centre. Minori smirked, lowering herself down unto her knees before her liege "For the Dominion..." she uttered, eyes befalling unto the Master's boots. "We have much to discuss..."
More soldiers began to exit from the other docking umbilical into the terminal below, for most it was their first trip home in over a year. The celebratory calls echoed throughout the docking facility as families were reunited and old friends prepared for what would possibly be an experience of a lifetime.
The coming days would show the beginnings of a new era...It was best for all to relish what they had, before the horizon beheld the new perils.
Lao'Taun: Lao'Taun cast off the robe as he walked, tossing it towards the wall as he headed to meet Minori. Underneath he wore a black Kephushal-style suit with a mandarin collar worn in the down position. The suit jacket was open, revealing the double layers beneath; a fine white silk dress shirt which collar and cuffs stuck out just beyond the edge of the suit that was also open showing the dark grey dress shirt that was beneath that. Dark trousers matched the suit jacket, held up by a wide shaped buckle with the sigil of the Chanyosa. By the time they had reached the receiving area, he had completely changed - leading polished black boot coming to rest on the floor right between Minori's hands.
He reached down, gloved fingers passing back through the dark violet threads of her hair, before clutching and dragging her upwards to eye level. "Welcome to the Lorenz System..." He said, face not expressive of emotion as his dark almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. He released her once she was standing. "We do have plenty to discuss and in time it will be gotten to. For now, you can release your company and I will see to your transport to arranged accommodations." He looked her over a few times, the woman had been in service to him her entire life and represented one of the more capable humanoid groups within the UAR.
He reached back, grabbing a datapad from one of the soldiers. "This will update you on all current operations. I trust you have brought the intelligence data I requested, we will discuss it at a more secure venue." he then motioned the soldier forwards and gave a gentle nod, indicating that it was alright to lead Minori to the car. He would follow behind, saying quietly as he walked next to her. "I am impressed with what I have been reading about your progress. Let us hope that you remain upon the well lit path." he said, praising her for her successes, while giving a quiet warning - it was expected with the nature of the information she was bringing back, quite possibly a threat had finally emerged that would bring about the need for a full exercise of loyalties.
He remained curbside when the soldiers seen to Minori getting into the car, having arranged for another form of transportation so he could attend the banquet with Satrina. Once the sleek black Dasolo rolled out, another soldier came around the corner, motioning briefly back towards the other side of the parking facility, where a black hover-bike was waiting for Lao'Taun to take to the function once Satrina relayed the coordinates.
He reached down, gloved fingers passing back through the dark violet threads of her hair, before clutching and dragging her upwards to eye level. "Welcome to the Lorenz System..." He said, face not expressive of emotion as his dark almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. He released her once she was standing. "We do have plenty to discuss and in time it will be gotten to. For now, you can release your company and I will see to your transport to arranged accommodations." He looked her over a few times, the woman had been in service to him her entire life and represented one of the more capable humanoid groups within the UAR.
He reached back, grabbing a datapad from one of the soldiers. "This will update you on all current operations. I trust you have brought the intelligence data I requested, we will discuss it at a more secure venue." he then motioned the soldier forwards and gave a gentle nod, indicating that it was alright to lead Minori to the car. He would follow behind, saying quietly as he walked next to her. "I am impressed with what I have been reading about your progress. Let us hope that you remain upon the well lit path." he said, praising her for her successes, while giving a quiet warning - it was expected with the nature of the information she was bringing back, quite possibly a threat had finally emerged that would bring about the need for a full exercise of loyalties.
He remained curbside when the soldiers seen to Minori getting into the car, having arranged for another form of transportation so he could attend the banquet with Satrina. Once the sleek black Dasolo rolled out, another soldier came around the corner, motioning briefly back towards the other side of the parking facility, where a black hover-bike was waiting for Lao'Taun to take to the function once Satrina relayed the coordinates.
Minori:
Grand Kinyaua Manor
Nachau District | Yughosi Materna Chanyosa
Minori's gaze was centered on the rolling gas waves of the Cyscao Nebula, it provided a calming effect as that it was a projection from the Dashusha System, the Capital she had selected in the Ryuusei Spiral -- it was a temporary cure for the growing confliction of the Princess, but it didn't cure the cause of her troubled thoughts. Thousands of light years away, battle tore the astral horizons and it was within bitter elixer that she stood missing it - but it was something that would come, something in time that would touch upon the furtherest reaches of the U.A.R. She was there because of loyalty...because the celestial lord had a right to know before it was upon his doorstep.
The image of the nebula faded, being replaced by the dull black of the inner hull and a sigh left her lips. "Worlds have been touched in ways that are unfathomable, these hands soaked within the glory of battle, and unto you my loyalties hold...even within this eclipse." she whispered quietly in reflection before she returned to the desk, a series of volumetric windows opening in a cloud before her view.
Returning to the Chanyosa was good for a few things, it meant realtime access to hubs that normally took days to send updates to the mindhives in her own combines. Updates to fleet resources, new ship designs and advancements were helpful - especially now as the looming expectation of a very different kind of war now laid upon the table.
She had called for Xantlicha, hoping that speaking to one whom held the Celestial Leige's ear would provide insight to the troubling news that she had travelled across two spirals to bring to him.
Nachau District | Yughosi Materna Chanyosa
Minori's gaze was centered on the rolling gas waves of the Cyscao Nebula, it provided a calming effect as that it was a projection from the Dashusha System, the Capital she had selected in the Ryuusei Spiral -- it was a temporary cure for the growing confliction of the Princess, but it didn't cure the cause of her troubled thoughts. Thousands of light years away, battle tore the astral horizons and it was within bitter elixer that she stood missing it - but it was something that would come, something in time that would touch upon the furtherest reaches of the U.A.R. She was there because of loyalty...because the celestial lord had a right to know before it was upon his doorstep.
The image of the nebula faded, being replaced by the dull black of the inner hull and a sigh left her lips. "Worlds have been touched in ways that are unfathomable, these hands soaked within the glory of battle, and unto you my loyalties hold...even within this eclipse." she whispered quietly in reflection before she returned to the desk, a series of volumetric windows opening in a cloud before her view.
Returning to the Chanyosa was good for a few things, it meant realtime access to hubs that normally took days to send updates to the mindhives in her own combines. Updates to fleet resources, new ship designs and advancements were helpful - especially now as the looming expectation of a very different kind of war now laid upon the table.
She had called for Xantlicha, hoping that speaking to one whom held the Celestial Leige's ear would provide insight to the troubling news that she had travelled across two spirals to bring to him.
OOC Credits: Thank you to my fellow writers who participated in this role-play. Credit to Lao'Taun & Minori aka Drew and Xantlicia & Satrina aka myself, of course.
