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 sтᴀʀs ᴀωᴀıт υs [σσc]

This past year has been a definitive trial of sorrow, patience and character. I have survived it, not unscathed, and hold dear a mere few who have been my guide through Hell, as it is.  A future awaits, with fortune and wonder... I hope; I am stronger and perceive things around me far more clearly than ever. Indeed, if it weren't for my dear friends and my partner, this confidence and strength would never have been given life again. 

 The most beautiful, precious flower of all, is love. 

Colours shed a different smell; the aroma of hope, entwined with the after-taste of memories, endless.

A wonderful new year to you all. May it be what you make of it. ;) ♥

I would like to formally welcome the stalkers.  Peewee Herman fingers and creepy kisses  to you all, you make me feel so damn important I could simply gasp from the excitement and give myself a pat on the back for the self-esteem boost from such flattery (no, I think I shall pass). You make up 50% of the fan base I would rather throw in the trash, of course where you belong next to the kleenex tissues I used during your departures =)

How about you take what little pride and morale you should have left, fuck off and go sulk in the corner! If you're looking for sympathy from myself or Andrew aka Drew | Adrin Eitan, Koshiro Kiri, Lao'Taun--  you can find the word -sympathy' in the Dictionary between shit and syphilis.

Life is too short for cliches and you just don't exist anywhere near my wave length. 

To my love, life partner and Master, -- every step of our way, has been worth every ounce of tribulation and elation. You are everything to me and more. Through our honesty, commitment and communication with added respect, reverence and honour; no moment has ever been wasted, the tears are now as wine, and the moment our hearts entwined, it was a moment that bonded us together forever.

σмɴᴇıтʏ [ʏυɢнσsнı мᴀтᴇʀɴᴀ cнᴀɴʏσsᴀ]

No god or demon shod in flesh of majesty could ever see half the sights my eyes have ‘seen’.


STATIONED: Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
DESTINATION: Daiyu Okiya en-route to Private Military UAR Space Docks
SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: [UAR HSC or HCP Required]

Disturbed by the oscillations within the atmosphere, repulsive forces stirring within the incensed evening in translucent energy waves. Cylindrical x Phasmatodean in shape, sleek and black with opaque tinted bioalloy windows pulled up beside where Satrina stood beneath the pallid, shifting light hoovering half a meter to Satrina’s height. The anti-gravity lifters positioned beneath the body, steadily lowering the Silhouette XI-D towards the ground.  Suspension sustained, position above-ground without making contact with the ground, the craft hung poignant, as if suspended by the thinnest of threads, or upon the palm of divinity’s hand.  Noticing that the driver wore a uniform accustomed to the UAR, and who returned her look with a raised brow and a blank expression that deemed an, 'ask nothing’ approach. Not even daring to grace the form of the ‘Imperial Concubine’ with his admiring eyes-- opting to instead to focus forwards, gloved hands firmly  gripping the wheel, whistling to himself as the left-hand side door rose with a subdued ‘hiss’.

Decompression sound and another uniformed officer appeared with a flabbergasted illustration clearly painted on the canvas of his clean shaven face that was instantly met with Satrina’s reflectionless stare that appeared to devour all light and life. "Ah... "  faltering for a moment being unsure how or what to refer to her as. Stuttering for a second then finding articulate means to communicate while he was met with the rise of a slender ebony eyebrow and the sweeping motion of her hand suggesting silence was the better selected option. Sinisterly smirking, not applying the usual means to permit understanding of her native dialect, further from the immusical humanoid clatter and granting him and the driver the true sounds of the Insectoid/Arachnidan. High-pitched, shattering to the ear-drums akin to the tiny splinters of glass shards perforating inner devices to the scarlet ruptures of haemorrhage.  Head tilting, to cause midnight tresses to tumble, a cold and callous frost filtering over Satrina’s countenance. Though lips did not move to offer a soothing and kind word, multiple sensory modes with the immunity to all ultrasound deterrents--  rose at first like the cruel desert winds, gradually escalating in multiple tones from the melodious to the cacophonous.

ᴅᴀıʏυ σκıʏᴀ 'вʟᴀcκ נᴀᴅᴇ нσυsᴇ' [ᴅıɴɴᴇʀ ρʟᴀɴs]

Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
Daiyu Okiya

Scahrossar: Soft moans of ecstatic bliss filled the private rooms of Madame Chao-Xing’s house for those who sought pleasures of forbidden desires could find just what they needed here. Some of the melodies which played through the walls would be of pleasure, others would be of pain, and in some places only the voices of intelligence would be imprinted in the air as that was all that was asked of some of the ladies of the orchards. Whether it is pleasure of the flesh or pleasure of the mind, the ladies of the Daiyu Okiya did their work without flaws or fault in their performances. Customers were happy and satiated for all their desires, and they were given a treatment in a style that was befitting of only the most proper of woman. In the main hall and galley of the house the various women who were not currently busy idled themselves with delicate foods and pleasant drinks, dressed in outfits of silken fantasies and scant cloth decorations which outline their feminine forms to draw and tease the senses of sight, leading one to not just think, but know what sort of pleasure they would offer. Elegance befitting of more noble women would be how these ladies presented themselves, and it would indeed even seem to match the décor of the house as it was refined with artifacts and areas of many different cultures and practices. 

It was perhaps the most “noble” of the many houses that offered this sort of business, and was a place in which men could come and know their actions would be held in discretion so long as they treated their hostesses well. Only the worst of consequences would befall those who betrayed or harmed the ladies of the house, even worse to those who would try to steal them and keep them as their own personal object to be contained against their will. Regardless of their position the Madame refused to let her girls be looked at as nothing more then property by her customers and patrons, else she feel they might get a bit greedy as she knew the males who came here often were. After all why else would they be here if they didn’t feel the need to “own” someone, even if only for a night?

тнᴇ sᴘσıʟs σғ ωᴀʀ

Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
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.

sᴀтʀıɴᴀ ᴇıтᴀɴ─κıʀı [вıσɢʀᴀρнʏ]

...his orchid of immortal bloom.

Shadows mix and merge beneath the crimson sky, coalescing to form those perfect trysts of light and plethora danced and merged to form that perfect darkness this realm knew so well. There was naught left but the ruins of those bitter memories; perhaps some too had been good, though days and years were long it was hardly like she knew what happiness was... when coming back to this place under the shadows of the Empire? There was nothing like looking on the crumbs, of the unholy and divine knew of her conquests, oceans of blood sweeping over the land. But, was she the only one remaining to perceive such greatness or lust for power? In the end did it really even matter, for who was there to grace it or embrace it, besides the ghosts that haunted the darkness behind those cold, stygian eyes? Perhaps it was more disturbing this barely caused a flinch on that perfect pale facade, emotions unstirred as those eyes scathed the abandoned vestiges, untouched, reserved, poised. A soft muted scoff emitted twixt those crimson-arches of lips, sweet breath stirring the elements while long rivulets of ravenesque tresses flowed, shaking... shaking in disbelief of all that this family had seen, reduced to nothing and the scapes of its lands inhibited by peasants and the lepers known to her, as mankind.

. |‡| . MINUTIAE . |‡|. “When darkness is at its darkest, a star shines its brightest.”

||GENERALE—

☩ Birth Name: Xae'Za'afiel Sheitânii.
☩ Known Name: Satrina Sheitânii Eitan Kiri.
☩ Formally known as: Atra'Lamia Darkbane.
☩ Primary Title(s): Aester (Empress) of Lorenz.
☩ Secondary Title(s): Imperial Concubine [Lao'Taun].
☩ Previous Title(s): Sovereign of the StarSide, Maest of the LCV Voltian, Queen of Eden|Tenaria, The Scourge of Ayenee.
☩ Pseudonyme(s): The Bringer of Pestilence, The Black Widow, The Dark (or Black)  Orchid.
☩ Visible Age: 20 years old.
☩ Date of Birth: [unknown].
☩ Gender: Female.
☩ Visible Ethnicity: Oriental Human-esque.
☩ Affiliation: None.
☩ Religion: [unknown].
☩ Common Language(s): Norian-Espra|Latin|Enochian|Saatthan|Ske'kell-stha|English.
☩ Nature: Vindictive, Cunning, Manipulative & Seductive.
☩ Periodic Timeframe: From the Fall of the Gardens of Eden -- Futuristic Ayenee|Nova Surrune|Lorenz|Elysium Spiral.