Private An Armory forged under the Scientist and the Warrior

[Diarch Rellik]

A Shared Purpose
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The sun dipped low over Bastion's outer district as Rellik and Lyssara stood atop a ridge of obsidian rock, the air still carrying faint warmth from the midday light. Below them stretched a flattened span of cleared terrain, cordoned off by labor drones and survey markers. The wind carried faint echoes from nearby barracks—training routines, laughter, boots on duracrete.

Rellik stood beside her in silence for a moment, his hands behind his back, golden eyes sweeping across the land with a quiet sense of purpose. His robes fluttered in the breeze, giving a dynamic sense to the rather stoic man. It was just the Diarch, and the woman who helped him shape miracles from metal and magic.

"This is it," he said at last, voice calm but proud. "The forge of the future Diarchy—an armory not just of war, but of will. Science meeting combat based on our intelligence and experience shared." He turned to her, expression softening as he saw the flicker of thought behind her eyes. He knew that look—calculations, measurements, hypothetical constructs unfolding behind her gaze.

"I want every Legionary to be armed not just with what the galaxy expects—but with what we envision. Alchemized blades. Modulated pulse weapons. Armor that adapts on instinct. All of these things and more we can create together. You and I"

He smiled faintly, stepping forward with her toward the edge of the plot, boots crunching lightly on loose gravel. "There should be levels of access of course. Reserve protocols, to let the standard issue remain sturdy and brutal—but let there also be shadows in this place. Stock rooms that only open when you, Laphisto, Reign or myself say so."

He glanced her way, eyes narrowing with a playful glint.


"I trust you to design it better than anyone else ever could. But I also trust you to keep it from burning down the galaxy by accident." He gave his dear a sweet soft laugh. He had every intention of helping in the armories construction but he wished to flatter her.

Tags: Lyssara Thrynn

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

I stand beside the Diarch. The atmosphere is both peaceful and relaxed, but the matter at hand is anything but trivial we're talking about an armory for the Diarchy. It's a project I've been thinking about for quite some time now. The idea of centralizing our resources, building a true military sanctuary where we can draw upon our reserves as needed... it motivates me. It makes me want to focus more on the military side of things.

His comment about not "burning down the galaxy" makes me smile especially given the kind of weapons of mass destruction I possess. This isn't my first time handling such tools.

"Come now, Master… Me? Destroy the galaxy?"

I say it with playful sarcasm, a spark of amusement in my eyes. It's not like I have access to the Ragnarok or anything... Well, alright, I do. I just haven't used it yet. But soon there are debts to settle, and I fully intend to make use of the Diarchy's military stockpile. My goal is simple: to make these assets flourish and ensure everyone within the Diarchy benefits from this armory.

This new forge I have high hopes for it. It's not a weapon of fear. It's a statement. A message that we are not defenseless. That we can respond decisively if anyone dares to challenge us. It's a symbol that we are strong, organized, and united.

"Thank you for entrusting me with this project, Master. You won't be disappointed. I'll do everything I can to make it worth it."

I offer him a soft smile and take a relaxed stance, gazing out over the land that will become the forge. He can easily guess what I'm thinking I'm already running a full mental inventory, professional and precise. I'm considering everything, including implementing a tiered access system so a novice doesn't end up with something far too dangerous for them to handle.

"I'll also make sure this place is secure. Would you have any recommendations?"

After all, this is a shared project, and it's only right that I include him in the vision. His insight matters. Together, we'll make this forge much more than a simple stockpile it'll be the beating heart of the Diarchy.

Diarch Rellik