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. 

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.