Nyxie
【夢狐】
On a great, archaic crystal throne made almost in its entirety of Kalestat, deep atop the bridge of her Crown class heavy cruiser, the High Queen waited and captained her favorite vessel through the darkest guts of space to traverse the void known as the galaxy. Destination: Coruscant. Though first, she had a small matter of business to attend. Alachei rose from her seat for formal speech.
"Admiral, relay a message to the Republic. Do not place it under Glaive encryption; I wan't it to be very clear. Let see it whoever may, it matters not now." @[member="Jack Harkness"]
To the Leading Body of the Republic:
I wish to speak to your Supreme Chancellor. Word has it he has only recently risen to position. This may be as good a time as any for a diplomatic meeting to discuss future relations. Expect a representative of this domain within the day.
Very humbly,
High Queen Alachei Mnemenos of the Mnenchei and the Unknown.
Back in the gut of the ship, Justicar @[member="Tahl"] had been charged with bringing the newest of its ranks up to speed for his first trip, @[member="Javir Strilla"], as well as evaluate the one known as @[member="Black Phoenix"] for service as a Royal Guard to the High Queen. Such a position was not to be taken lightly, and thus the hand of the Queen and of Ri'ess herself could only be worthy of grading and approving individuals to such a responsibility; failure to adequately protect the queen and her interests meant failing the Mother Goddess and forfeiting Her will. @[member="Logan Hack'awin"]'s Solace A2 fighter, retrofitted with the OEM near-human modification kit that RRDI made for cockpit seating adjustment, sat in the aft hangar ready to be serviced and flight checked.
The Crown remained stationed at the local ADF base on Ansion, by the Forge Citadel the Mnenchei populous made as their city on the foreign little world. Protected by at least two squadrons of planetary-based heavy strike fighters, there was no safer a place to dock at the time than there. The queen slowly made way from the exit bay of the ship into the dry docks, down the airfields and into the greater part of town that was the citadel. Memories rushed back as she reminisced the scent and ambiance of such a place; she had been here once before, though on much more grim terms and darker motives. Looking back upon it -- seeing all that she had finally accomplished -- she no longer had room in her heart for regret. Her mind was driven by the single unified goal of spreading peace throughout the Unknown and uniting those who would stand for each other against the disruptive forces of the zealous and corrupt. For every life that was felled by her blade, her love for ten more living, happy faces took precedence. This was the place....
Alachei's journey with a small group of Royal Guards, no soldiers ever more, ended by a cozy little cantina by the edge of town. It was surely not the most cleanly and welcoming place, but it was still a known spot that held reverence by the local layfolk.
Ah, I thought surely the last one would be the last cantina I'll ever see.... Well, familiarity is predictable, at least.
The Royal guards filled the block, spread out, and blended in with the crowd outside as to not draw unnecessary attention. Once inside, Alachei took a seat next to a man, @[member="Gar Tanaris"], and a couple of others, tapping the counter for a glass.
"Corellian Rum, on the rocks, if you may." she whispered in her soft tone.
The hood of her black, brocade-trimmed robe was snugly over her head and stopped just before her horn-like headpiece; surely none would take her for the High Queen, and even fewer would ever know her usual attire to begin with.
@[member="Orion"] (((If you don't find alternative means, feel free to sneak into the ship's systems to find me; we can finally IC initiate you into the Dominion!)))
@[member="Lyra Uporg"] (((Do as you please, be it on the cruiser or in the cantina!)))
"Admiral, relay a message to the Republic. Do not place it under Glaive encryption; I wan't it to be very clear. Let see it whoever may, it matters not now." @[member="Jack Harkness"]
To the Leading Body of the Republic:
I wish to speak to your Supreme Chancellor. Word has it he has only recently risen to position. This may be as good a time as any for a diplomatic meeting to discuss future relations. Expect a representative of this domain within the day.
Very humbly,
High Queen Alachei Mnemenos of the Mnenchei and the Unknown.
Back in the gut of the ship, Justicar @[member="Tahl"] had been charged with bringing the newest of its ranks up to speed for his first trip, @[member="Javir Strilla"], as well as evaluate the one known as @[member="Black Phoenix"] for service as a Royal Guard to the High Queen. Such a position was not to be taken lightly, and thus the hand of the Queen and of Ri'ess herself could only be worthy of grading and approving individuals to such a responsibility; failure to adequately protect the queen and her interests meant failing the Mother Goddess and forfeiting Her will. @[member="Logan Hack'awin"]'s Solace A2 fighter, retrofitted with the OEM near-human modification kit that RRDI made for cockpit seating adjustment, sat in the aft hangar ready to be serviced and flight checked.
The Crown remained stationed at the local ADF base on Ansion, by the Forge Citadel the Mnenchei populous made as their city on the foreign little world. Protected by at least two squadrons of planetary-based heavy strike fighters, there was no safer a place to dock at the time than there. The queen slowly made way from the exit bay of the ship into the dry docks, down the airfields and into the greater part of town that was the citadel. Memories rushed back as she reminisced the scent and ambiance of such a place; she had been here once before, though on much more grim terms and darker motives. Looking back upon it -- seeing all that she had finally accomplished -- she no longer had room in her heart for regret. Her mind was driven by the single unified goal of spreading peace throughout the Unknown and uniting those who would stand for each other against the disruptive forces of the zealous and corrupt. For every life that was felled by her blade, her love for ten more living, happy faces took precedence. This was the place....
Alachei's journey with a small group of Royal Guards, no soldiers ever more, ended by a cozy little cantina by the edge of town. It was surely not the most cleanly and welcoming place, but it was still a known spot that held reverence by the local layfolk.
Ah, I thought surely the last one would be the last cantina I'll ever see.... Well, familiarity is predictable, at least.
The Royal guards filled the block, spread out, and blended in with the crowd outside as to not draw unnecessary attention. Once inside, Alachei took a seat next to a man, @[member="Gar Tanaris"], and a couple of others, tapping the counter for a glass.
"Corellian Rum, on the rocks, if you may." she whispered in her soft tone.
The hood of her black, brocade-trimmed robe was snugly over her head and stopped just before her horn-like headpiece; surely none would take her for the High Queen, and even fewer would ever know her usual attire to begin with.
@[member="Orion"] (((If you don't find alternative means, feel free to sneak into the ship's systems to find me; we can finally IC initiate you into the Dominion!)))
@[member="Lyra Uporg"] (((Do as you please, be it on the cruiser or in the cantina!)))