ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ sᴘʏʀᴀ’ᴀʀᴀᴇ|ᴍɪsᴜ ɪɪ

PRT 1.

"Clear the skies..."

Hundreds maybe thousands of nigrescent, gleaming hulls, gathered on the fringes of Ayenee Prime. Ayenee's arrogance had mandated the use of such small forces to negate their prime position in the Elysium Spirals. However, they did not anticipate full confrontation. For them, this was to be a great day one that would outshine all other attempts at peace within the past, or at least make it appear as such. It would renew faith in the idealism of superiority, a belief essential for its success. But even it too held a menacing secret.

For numerous years the media had been advertising the militaries intentions to crush any 'resistant' forces with their 'state of the art technology' given by the Hegemony Corporations as an 'act' of partnership and amity. Flooding communication networks with propaganda proclaiming the Elysium people were the chosen (the superiors) over all other races, children of the ancient arcanes, birthing a new age of deific technology.

Spyra'Arae not a primary planet within the Ayenee Empire but it lay upon the edge of the largest moon, Misu II and contained only various small research facilities. It was, nonetheless, here that the mighty Ngahákzha had chosen to show the undeniable might of their squadrons, a force not even approaching the full size of the great Ayenee Navy. Valuing two things above all else – one being knowledge and the other power. Their desire for information had led to the formation of the 'Zhīzhū network', an viral entity genetically designed, capable of accessing most Empire's internal archives.

Every previous plan extracted from the Federation database on their assault strategies – even before the Ayenian commanders themselves had received the information. This permitted plans for the key battle that would initially take place near Spyra'Arae. It was merely stratagem to split the Svocan-Ayenian forces.

Divide and conquer by the practice of the federations own dishonest aspirations.

[ᴜᴀʀ] ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟʏsɪᴜᴍ sᴘɪʀᴀʟ

Lao'Taun: Space; for most it was the unlimited frontier, the medium between planets, between star systems between spirals. It was a cold, ever changing expanse that brought fortune upon those strategic and ambitious enough to cease it. It was a coffin for trillions who had fallen short of victory. Four Spirals occupied... Thirteen Military Arms...The Umarian Astral Raquamothla had conquered some of the greatest space faring nations to have ever risen. It was just the beginning, a mere step within the path that had been the vision of Lao'Taun. The weak fell, and the strong prevailed and the celestial symphonic resounded through all of creation with their tales.

Some endeavors of the nation grew of things greater than victory, and it was upon that premise that the UAR once more sat upon the boundaries of the Elysium Spiral. A journey which had now come to this sordid place once more brought forth the knock upon the door which beheld a greater force which had been used before; it was a signal, a specialized and obvious declaration of their arrival. The ancient, mysterious calls of the space-born leviathans resounded from one honeycomb-like domain of subspace to the next, like that of calling whales within a vast and limitless ocean. A call which would be harmonized as those representatives confined to those dominions too called out, heralding the arrival of the great conductor of the celestial symphonic himself.

The unaligned corporate syndicates operating within the Hellespawn System bore the brute of the initial waves of incoming horde, unprepared and inadequate vessels were shattered into derelicts, unsealed tombs from which the dead drifted away from. The 'knock upon the door' which had come years before was muted under what was a wave of unfathomable strength. The  Miqursha-Rlarhau Military Arm, along with several vessels belonging to the Nyiathians had been granted the honor of being the leading edge of the massive dedicated force that traveled with Lao'Taun and the Yughoshi Materna Chonyosa.

тнᴇ ʏυɢσsнı [συʀ cσммσɴ ᴅıʀᴇcтıσɴ]

The Yughoshi
S'elothotha Cystho : The Grand Cathedral of Cystho


The heart of the Yughosi was the Cathedral of Cystho, or S'elothotha Cystho as most of the moguliloth-tongued ones referred to it was more of a command structure than a spiritual construct. It was massive, possessing hundreds of rooms, alcoves and twisting corridors that labyrinthed inwards to the main structure. Like a clandestine house of worship, towering atrium, crowned choirs and criss-crossing transepts that bore stained-glass window structures with decorative stone tracery that allowed in light from the upper array to pierce the interior between branching arches of black waxy carapace like walls. Massive naves and aisles directed towards the main Altar-structure referred to as the 'Seat of Cystho' that sat beneath a massive pendentive held dome. The presbytery-floor was reserved for only the highest ranked members of the Amuin Congress and those who were invited. The Altar, or throne precipice was elevated off the floor which could be reached by winding staircases on either side of the massive solid-state volumetrics that displayed real-time territorial claims within the annexed Unyian and Ryuuesi Spirals. 

Tapestries hung from walls showing vivid symbolism of awarded conquests and the shields of the massive military arms of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla. The throne itself was placed within a circle of control monoliths that served as interface ports for Lao'Taun and his staff, the glossy black structures glowed as volumetrics rippled over their surface. Like it had grown upwards from the frame of the Cathedral-itself the throne consisted of twisted outcrops of the same glossy black material with luminescent jade and sapphire accents. Heavy chains attached to the mast-like front of the throne where Lao'Taun often held his parasitically infested puppets prior to the final days of their use.

тнᴇ мᴀɢısтʀᴀ [ᴀɴᴅ тнᴇ ᴅıνıɴᴇ ɢᴀυɴтʟᴇт]

CONTENTS

• 1 History
• 1.1 The Early Years
• 1.2 The Downward Spiral
• 2 Function
• 2.1 Structure & Belief System
• 2.2 Ceremonies & Rituals
• 2.3 The Book of Elucidation
• 3 Missons
• 3.1 Current Missions
• 3.2 Completed Missions
• 4 Fleet Faction
• 5 The Magistra
• 5.1 Offical Members
• 5.2 Connections
• 6 References

. |‡| . THE MAGISTRA & THE DIVINE GAUNTLET . |‡|.

t.h.e b.l.o.o.d s.t.a.i.n.e.d s.t.a.r.s

There was a time we were mighty,

the very stars bent to our will.

Our reach was infinite,

our power incontestable.
With outstretched hands we tried,

to caress the face of perfection--

But we came too close,

to that which is not due to the eyes of man.
And hence our punishment of perfection is our curse,

our endless sorrow.

The Rapture-- Conjuration of the Sanguine-Veils

—HISTORY

1.1 THE EARLY YEARS

T.H.E| E.Q.U.I.N.I.U.S| E.M.P.I.R.E

The Magistrate (plural: Magistra) has existed since the founding of the Equinius Empire. While Priests and other religious carers have always been a part of the Equinis religion, it was only after the consolidation under one banner that they were formalized and institutionalized into various sects, cults and organizations. 

The early Magistra were males and females selected from upper houses of many intergalactic empires, 'direct' descendants from the great 'dark' oracle lines, and/or occultic bloodlines that had assisted Fulmor Xi in his rise to power and were 'deathly' loyal to the newly formed Magistrate faction.

These Magistra were tasked with organizing and recording holy artifacts, providing sermons and ceremonial rites that would bolster the power of the new Emperor. In these early days, the Magistrate were not restricted (unlike later years) but had free reign to travel much as any other priest. They were, instead, simply the upper echelons of society, and those who had dedicated their lives and proven their piety. Their position as supporters of The Divine Gauntlet gave them great sway. Many gradually became members of The Divine Gauntlet itself [named after a 'secret' artifact], replacing the deceased or disgraced. However, this also put them in a precarious position when opposition began to form of women being in positions of power that could easily usurp religious leaders or patriarchal sovereignty. 

vιιι. вlαcĸ αrαcɴιdια

'Man must divine himself from his "soul" and, in turn, set his soul free to divinity.'

"You concern me with you listless silences"

"Erm... how? It is just a moment to reflect without the mere spoils of sound, nothing beats a little... spiritual naja haja"

"Because I concerned with all of this paraphrasing by definition work you do concerning our 'darker' manuscripts, and the preciseness you strive for in syntax."

"Well... there is the blight against the written word among our relations, and the barriers it seems are weak. Of course there is need for concern."

Eye balls now in complete glower of a feral intensity,"How many legends have there been, finishing with the bard, storyteller or author vanishing, never to be seen or heard from again..."

"It is what it is!"...

"Mam! It wasn't all that long ago it happened to one of our own research team." Spoke the lab-tech assistant with a receding, "hairless" head, the Norian male with no facial visage and parched thin lips, smirked at this unrefined morsel of education. Then, the puny 5'6 quantum-mechanic of prominent excellence and distinction; a 'Proletarian' folkloresque no less, though classed as a nerd who enjoyed adding his two-cents worth of verbiage...

"If you imply that the self-styled 'Dr.G,Schzult', the Ayenian profanitist who, with his cluster-fuck of supporters, venerated Sa'zsthishog-Yg’ke? This 'unknown' who... mind you, not even the Prisci give permission for it to be spoken let alone remembered! Then to sell that knowledge as a fictional carnival or presented as the Elder Gods and Oddity Calender of the year-- all for personal gain!...I do it for those who can't translate the original language, whose own monks, mages and priests can't  interpret it or haven't learned the required elements of the diverse and various segments of the transcripts, so that perhaps in some spark of wisdom and growing a clue we may get our philosophy a little more sacred with wisdom."