thegreatbeyonder
Well-Known Member
Location: Gulamendis
Objective: Develop a new starfighter for The Primeval
Enemy: Heretics
Gulamendis was now well under the boot of Anja Aj'Rou and her close ally, Ozuvyn, but rumor has it that a group of human slaves have been discussing an uprising with some broken Sephi cast down into the darkest depths of the High King's city of Sar-Sargoth. These heretics are powerless and normally would be purged with ease or even yet left forgotten but one of the Exeuctors had another idea. These heretics would prove to be the perfect test on a starship prototype Lesana had been working on. A fighter she simply called 'The Vulture' due to its design coming from a salvaged pirate ship. The Vulture-class starfighter would become the next in a line of advanced warships produced between Anja Aj'Rou's host fleet and that of [member="The Queen"]. The partnership between the two had an opportunity to grow and grow is what they shall do.
"Lesana.", the voice of The Primeval's latest Executor; one of the few human's to hold such a position -- the other most notable being Pyrrhus Alet. The man's brown eyes gazed upon the engineer like a sly snake. "Yes?", she responded simply enough and tried to avoid the uncomfortable stares. The Executor smirked, taking the glove off his hand and going in to shake. "Executor Gal Jaik.", his formalities were quite unusual amongst the fleet -- everyone was usually straightforward but this man was sly and prideful. It was a wonder how he even got the position in the first place, probably one of those responsible for the massacres she heard about; the death of nearby worlds on their way to Gulamendis. The conflict that The Primeval drew was not in her best interest but she knew that she owed the Gods her life and so shall she serve with honour. "You're aware of who I am already; what do you want?", ignoring his gesture she turned her eyes back to The Vulture which she was working on, repairing its main thrusters. Grease, oil, and other mechanical fluids stained her work clothes. The usual white tanktop and brown slacks that she so favored. One might even suggest that she owned multiple pairs due to how dirty they seem to get, whatever material they were made of it was clear it was meant to be easy to clean. "So this is the ship?", the question was redundant. "One of many, sir.", her response was leaning towards a mocking tone but it was clear she meant to try to be as respectful as she could. Although she was in the service of Anja personally and protected by her will, nothing was to suggest she couldn't get in trouble for being disrespectful; especially after all she's been through already. The Executor was visibly irritated by the comment but managed to place his feelings aside. "I didn't come here to chat.", he retorted before continuing on, "Your Worship: The Host Lord has requested that you present this scrapwork to The Queen.", a smile came out of his mention of her; as if he hoped to get an emotional response from it. Lesana was confused at first. She had no knowledge of any queens unless he meant Ozuvyn's wife, she had heard the High King indeed had a wife but it seemed quite odd that she would be at all interested in knowing more about her works. Then it hit her. The Queen was one of the Warlords in service to Anja and perhaps the most feared and powerful of them; little is known about her hence why she doesn't even have a true name. They say her 'queendom' lays beyond the Galaxy in places nearly impossible to reach and that she had technological marvels unlike any the galaxy had seen before. So when she realized that this was indeed who the Executor meant her face had gone completely pale. Her stature changed completely like someone who had just been given the more surprising news of her life. As if having been tortured into this role was all behind her and left her nothing else to worry about.
"The Queen?", she stuttered the words not to ask but to just get a grasp of who she was about to deal with. "Yes. She's actually on her way right this moment.", the Executor's grin grew larger as he turned to walk out of Lesana's workshop. He turned back for one last comment, "Do be careful.", he left as soon as his last words were placed. Lesana immediately got up and tried her best to make her very messy workshop look as clean as possible -- it was difficult and she began to worry about what this all met. Why would someone like The Queen wish to see her, let alone her ship? If there was any way she could prepare for her arrival it would have to been planned hours ago.
Objective: Develop a new starfighter for The Primeval
Enemy: Heretics
Gulamendis was now well under the boot of Anja Aj'Rou and her close ally, Ozuvyn, but rumor has it that a group of human slaves have been discussing an uprising with some broken Sephi cast down into the darkest depths of the High King's city of Sar-Sargoth. These heretics are powerless and normally would be purged with ease or even yet left forgotten but one of the Exeuctors had another idea. These heretics would prove to be the perfect test on a starship prototype Lesana had been working on. A fighter she simply called 'The Vulture' due to its design coming from a salvaged pirate ship. The Vulture-class starfighter would become the next in a line of advanced warships produced between Anja Aj'Rou's host fleet and that of [member="The Queen"]. The partnership between the two had an opportunity to grow and grow is what they shall do.
"Lesana.", the voice of The Primeval's latest Executor; one of the few human's to hold such a position -- the other most notable being Pyrrhus Alet. The man's brown eyes gazed upon the engineer like a sly snake. "Yes?", she responded simply enough and tried to avoid the uncomfortable stares. The Executor smirked, taking the glove off his hand and going in to shake. "Executor Gal Jaik.", his formalities were quite unusual amongst the fleet -- everyone was usually straightforward but this man was sly and prideful. It was a wonder how he even got the position in the first place, probably one of those responsible for the massacres she heard about; the death of nearby worlds on their way to Gulamendis. The conflict that The Primeval drew was not in her best interest but she knew that she owed the Gods her life and so shall she serve with honour. "You're aware of who I am already; what do you want?", ignoring his gesture she turned her eyes back to The Vulture which she was working on, repairing its main thrusters. Grease, oil, and other mechanical fluids stained her work clothes. The usual white tanktop and brown slacks that she so favored. One might even suggest that she owned multiple pairs due to how dirty they seem to get, whatever material they were made of it was clear it was meant to be easy to clean. "So this is the ship?", the question was redundant. "One of many, sir.", her response was leaning towards a mocking tone but it was clear she meant to try to be as respectful as she could. Although she was in the service of Anja personally and protected by her will, nothing was to suggest she couldn't get in trouble for being disrespectful; especially after all she's been through already. The Executor was visibly irritated by the comment but managed to place his feelings aside. "I didn't come here to chat.", he retorted before continuing on, "Your Worship: The Host Lord has requested that you present this scrapwork to The Queen.", a smile came out of his mention of her; as if he hoped to get an emotional response from it. Lesana was confused at first. She had no knowledge of any queens unless he meant Ozuvyn's wife, she had heard the High King indeed had a wife but it seemed quite odd that she would be at all interested in knowing more about her works. Then it hit her. The Queen was one of the Warlords in service to Anja and perhaps the most feared and powerful of them; little is known about her hence why she doesn't even have a true name. They say her 'queendom' lays beyond the Galaxy in places nearly impossible to reach and that she had technological marvels unlike any the galaxy had seen before. So when she realized that this was indeed who the Executor meant her face had gone completely pale. Her stature changed completely like someone who had just been given the more surprising news of her life. As if having been tortured into this role was all behind her and left her nothing else to worry about.
"The Queen?", she stuttered the words not to ask but to just get a grasp of who she was about to deal with. "Yes. She's actually on her way right this moment.", the Executor's grin grew larger as he turned to walk out of Lesana's workshop. He turned back for one last comment, "Do be careful.", he left as soon as his last words were placed. Lesana immediately got up and tried her best to make her very messy workshop look as clean as possible -- it was difficult and she began to worry about what this all met. Why would someone like The Queen wish to see her, let alone her ship? If there was any way she could prepare for her arrival it would have to been planned hours ago.