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Post by Drakorphobia on Feb 24, 2016 2:49:25 GMT
The three ascended in silence, the only change in their environment was the occasional glow of light as a chamber of crystals passed by. Zlasa seemed awkward, shifting her weight from one foot to another as the elevator came to a stop, and opened its doors. She stepped out, offering a soft smile to the Hegemon as she began her way down the hallway. It was three doors down that she stopped, and turned to the right. She opened the door to reveal a room that was nothing less than a chamber meant for royalty.
Large ornate drappings covered the walls, hanging from golden bars that ran along the crease between ceiling and wall. A marble fireplace flickered in the far right corner, with three posh red velvet couches arranged in a circle around it atop an equally red rug. A round glass table, festooned with a variety of alien fruits, stood between the couches and the fireplace. Should Julius decide to take one of the meal pieces, he'd find it with a rough, dull grey skin. Though, once bitten into, a juicy purple flesh that tasted abnormally sweet would be revealed. The Drathians were mostly carniverous, so such fruits were in large supply, often shipped to outer worlds where humans were more mixed into the populace. They made good international trade too.
In the far left corner, a stone staircase led down into a triangular hotbath set into the dark wood floor, steam curled from the surface of the water. It had evidently been prepared for the Hegemon's arrival. Of course, various paintings of famous figures, Colonial and Drathian alike, hung on the walls. Among the group was Julius' father, who the Drathians still regarded as a national hero, despite not being a Drathian himself. The recent alienation and hostility between the humans and Drathians, was deeply upsetting, not just because it meant the threat of war, but also because many survivors of the Keltaken Invasion felt betrayed. Like they had lost a lifelong friend in humanity, once they had been abandoned.
"Well! Here we are." Zlasa said with a smile, turning to Julius once they had entered the room. "Don't be afraid to make yourself at home."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 15:19:33 GMT
As he entered the room, the purple eyed boy stopped for a few moments, looking around. It seemed that this room was much more luxurious than the rooms in which he was usually staying. He was the Hegemon of the Colonies, so he was the leader of one of the largest states in the known universe- but his position was largely military, and he simply never cared about things like luxury, always choosing more practical places instead. But of course, that doesn't mean that he didn't like this room. Maybe, if he wouldn't have been that generally exhausted, he could have really spent some relaxing time in here.. but right now, he simply had no time for that.
Then, the next thing the Hegemon noticed were the many paintings around the room. The Drathians shown in the paintings were completely unknown to him, but he easily managed to recognize the Colonials, especially a certain one... his father. Walking to that painting, Julius stopped and looked at it in silence for a few moments. Of course, even after such time, he clearly remember his father, especially the last time they had met, a few days before he left for that last, fatal battle, and what he told him... who would have known then they were going to become so similar.. both Hegemon's.. both wearing eye-patches... Though, the black haired boy was really surprised that a painting of his father was here, especially after the rupture between the Colonies and the Drathians...
Trying to focus more on the matter at hand, Julius turned around, looking at the Fylkja. That bath would have been so relaxing right now... but he had something else to do first. Noticing that he had just received for a message, the Hegemon looked at the small holoprojector band on his hand, reading the message that was mostly made up of random words, that didn't seem to make any sense- there were only a couple people who knew to read something like that, and the Hegemon was one of them. It was mostly about what was soon going to happen in certain parts of the Andromeda.. and more worrying, what was happening on Line Stacia and with Unternehemn Jericho... while he was worried that he wasn't there personally to command the defense operations, the officer he left there to take care of it.. well, if there was somebody else able to pull that out, it was only her.
For a moment, the pale boy actually seemed to be on the verge of passing out, but the mysterious black haired girl next to him supported him. Trying to remain awake, Julius looked at Zlasa and started to speak, his voice low and weak. "Thank you... but there is something else I have to say.", the Hegemon started. "I... Albedo wasn't the only reason I came here for.. I.. we... we need help. The Colonies.. we simply are unable to stop the Invaders. They attack, we repel their attack, we win a battle. But then they come again. And again. And again. Eventually they beat us, and we need to retreat on a different defense line. That's what's been happening, again and again, ever since the war started. The Colonies... we can't win this war of attrition on our own... the Acruani and the Confederates have already came to our help... but we also need the help of the Drathians. To survive.. mankind also needs your help.."
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 1, 2016 21:31:17 GMT
"We've expended plenty of resources saving the Sein'Hae from Invader clutches. It's been a project developing their planet, much like your father tried to develop ours. Luckily, it's a project nearing completion." She thought for a second, pursing her lips. "I'll propose a deal with you, Julius. The Drathian Armada will gladly come to the aid of the Colonies, under one condition." The Fylkja crossed her arms, leaning her back against the wall with a raised eyebrow. She seemed as though she herself were contemplating her own offer.
"I have no successor to my throne, and I don't think that anyone from a bloodline aside from my own will be able to keep the Drathians in a single, united state of mind. That is why, I propose a personal union between the Colonies and Fylkirate." Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Zlasa began chewing the inside of her cheek. Was this really a good idea? "Which, would involve a royal marriage."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 7:07:21 GMT
The Hegemon remained quiet for a few moments, thinking about it." A personal Union? A royal marriage? As in that part where the leaders of two nations marry in order to unite their nations? ", the purple eyed boy asked, monarchist terms being clearly not exactly his strong point. But even of he was clearly half asleep, the Hegemon started to analyze the situation and the possible outcomes of something like that.
"You're the leader of the Fylkirate, and I'm the leader of the Colonies... so, this marriage you're talking about would probably be between us... right?", the black haired boy continued, before remaining silent for a few moments, thinking." A marriage?.. as I said many times before, I would do anything for the Colonies...they need help.. and in the past, there where Hegemons who took part in political marriages. But are you alright with this? The Colonies for one will most likely oppose this unless it follows the Articles... and since the Colonies aren't exactly popular among the Drathians anymore, the Fylkirate might also oppose this.."
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 5, 2016 16:42:53 GMT
"I don't believe the citizens of the Fylkirate will mind too much. If anything, being partnered with another nation as strong as yours could be benificial. We have economic know-how and rather strong diplomatic bonds with most people in our galaxy cluster. I'm sure tha-.." Zlasa furrowed her brow as her holocommunicator began buzzing. She looked at it, then back to Julius, to whom she smiled sweetly. "I'll be right back, okay? Just think on it." The Fylkja quickly spun on her heel and walked out into the hallway, a bit flustered. She was a fool for thinking that marriage would be the answer to the problems of her people. Perhaps it would comfort her, yes. But what of the rest of the Drathians?
Standing just outside the door to Julius' room, Zlasa pressed the large blue button on her communicator and closed her eyes as she listened to the message. The Keltakens were threatening war. Again. It was as if nothing could appease them, and it frusturated her. She had tried so hard to keep them on a leash and show their empire the way of the pen rather than that of the sword. No matter. Perhaps she could somehow fix this mess. But, why did her side hurt?
Zlasa looked down to see a dark spot of blood soaking into the burned tatters of her dress. She dropped the communicator, stumbling back and clutching the wound. Blue blood began to flow between her fingers as she looked up to see a guard pointing his laser pistol directly at her. If he was smiling, Zlasa couldn't see it, his full face helmet hid his expression from view.
"I'd have thought one shot would be enough." He rasped, before firing again. This time, the bolt hit Zlasa dead center in the chest. She flew backwards, skidding across the floor and without further motion.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 19:01:31 GMT
As Zlasa left the room, Julius yawned, trying to ignore the strong desire to simply sleep by thinking about what was happening right now. Marriage? It wasn't as if he would have anything in particular against the idea, after all, he was a young, perfectly healthy (although a little tired at the moment), human. It was just that... he simply never had the time to consider anything in that area. The Federated Colonies required an immense amount of time to be ruled... politics, intrigues, military, economy, corruption.. Every time he could have possibly thought about something like that, something intervened. And then of course, there was the death of his younger sister, and then the appearance of the Invaders... but yeah, he was always ready to do anything for the Colonies, and it wasn't as if he would be particularly minded by having to marry Zlasa..
Though, even with all that thinking, he was just so exhausted... the human body could survive by not sleeping and taking in chemicals for a while, but eventually, it was going to break... so maybe... he could just take.. a small nap... but right when he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of blaster fire...
Quickly standing up, as his soldier reflexes kicked in, the purple eyed boy heard a second fire... and he rushed through the door, followed by Astarael. And when he got there... he stopped, shocked.
Zlasa was laying motionless on the floor, blue blood all around, and a guard had a blaster in his hand.. still pointing at the Fylkja. The Hegemon looked at the guard, shock clearly visible in his uncovered purple eye, before that shock suddenly turned to anger.
"Y-you..", the Hegemon said, stammering because of the burning anger sensation he was starting to feel. If there was one thing the black haired boy was completely and utterly afraid of, it was seeing people he knew die right in front of him... as it happened so many times in the past.. and now again.. someone he knew was just brutally murdered in the next room, and he failed to do anything... a few minutes ago, he was speaking with Zlasa, and now she was laying dead, in blood,on the floor..
"You bastard..", Julius said, slipping into his foreign accent as he was speaking, "What did you... what did you.... what the hell did you do?", the Hegemon said, almost screaming. The black haired girl next to him smirked... and the Hegemon unsheathed his sword, dark, black vines wrapping around his arm, piercing his hand. The sword in his hand was black... dark... darker than dark. Black was the lack of light... But the sword, everything about it was black, such a deep and dark black, that looked as if it was sucking in the light around... like the void of a black hole... and whether it was just a coincidence or because the sword, it suddenly got a little darker around...
"I do not care... why you did it...", the Hegemon started to speak in a cold voice." But I promise you... you're going to regret it... you're going to regret pulling that trigger... you're going to regret being born... you're going to regret that your race was saved from extinction in the first place! Come here, you bastard! "
The purple eyed boy rushed forward, ready to eviscerate the guard in the most violent way possible...
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 7, 2016 23:05:17 GMT
The guard frowned, raising his gun and aiming to shoot at the Hegemon's chest, point blank. He pulled the trigger just as the blade sunk into his flesh, cutting clean through his armour. With an angry snarl, the traitor's visor visibly darkened as he spat blood into its interior. In the dying Drathian's last moments, he twitched his finger to shoot two more times at the young Hegemon, who was so close to him. Once at the chest again, and his final shot at the face. Not a few seconds later, he fell into a bloody corpse, with blood spurting out of the gash in his torso.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 13:47:26 GMT
Slowly opening his eyes, the Hegemon wondered why he was still alive... but luckily for him, a certain black haired girl had saved him in the last moment, stopping the last shot from reaching his face. As for the other two... the purple eyed boy made a step back, coughing blood, as Astarael caught him, stopping him from falling. The light armor vest he was wearing behind the coat of his uniform managed to save his life, a precaution Cardinal had forced him to take after he was shot back them in the Parliament. But even with the armor, he managed to get himself a wonderful wound in the chest. Astarael looked at him, worried, but the Hegemon stopped her as she was about to say something. "I'm okay... it didn't damage any vital organs... it will heal." Just like many others, the black haired boy was a product of the Genesis Genome Project, after all.
Taking a few deep breaths, the Hegemon calmed himself down. What he did there... was stupid and reckless. No wonder that he got wounded so easily. He should have been more careful... but what that bastard did to the Fylkja really angered him. Wait a moment..
Turning around, the black haired boy rushed to where Zlasa was laying on the floor, ignoring the pain in his chest. He certainly was no doctor, and the Fylkja's wounds looked to be bad... but he wasn't going to let her die. Not now. Not again. He didn't want to see someone die again in front of him. "Try to contact the Hindenburg.", Julius ordered his sword as he took off his coat, starting to rip pieces of his coat to try to stop the bleeding... could the Fylkja still be saved?
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 10, 2016 2:04:41 GMT
Zlasa was motionless on the floor as blood seeped through her clothing, originating from the nasty burn mark left by the laser pistol. However, as Julius pressed the cloth against her wound, he could feel the weak, but steady, rise and fall of Zlasa's chest. She was breathing. Thank the gods. The Fylkja was alive, but just barely. Zlasa was in a poor state, and in her critical condition, required immediate medical care. Otherwise, it wouldn't be long until either she bled out, or died from shock. Still, for now the Hegemon could relax in knowing that he hadn't lost Zlasa. Not yet.
Down the hall, the shouting of guards echoed through the building. Soon after, the sound of rushing footsteps followed. Before he knew it, Julius was met with a Gothi, and two palace guards. All three reached for their weapons, unsheathing them and pointing them at the Hegemon. Two electostaffs, and a burning red energy sword.
"What happened here!?" Snarled the Gothi, face hidden by the shadow cast from his black hood. "Answer me!" He shouted, with a clear tinge of desperation in his voice. But who could blame him? Here he was, just after a rebel attack on the capital city of the entire Fylkirate, and he comes across the beloved Fylkja of the Drathians laying in a pool of her own blood.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 15:48:35 GMT
Luckily, the Fylkja was still breathing, so she was still alive, despite her wound... if he would have believed in any gods, Julius would have thanked them. But unfortunately, this wasn't over. With such a wound... she clearly required professional medical assistance, and that, as fast as possible.. for now, the only thing the Hegemon could do was to vaguely improvise something to patch the wound up, using that piece of cloth, and give her a small dose of the civilian version of the stimulant used by the Colonial military the Hegemon was usually carrying around him. At the least, this was going to slow down the bleeding and maybe buy her some more time...
Just as he was finishing, the purple eyed boy heard the shouting of guards... then footsteps, and then, three Drathians arrived at the scene. They unsheathed their weapons, and as Astarael stepped him between the Hegemon, the wounded Fylkja and the guards, the black haired boy finally looked at them.
"What happened here? Well you should tell me that!", the Hegemon said, a little angrily as he slowly stood up, after checking on the Fylkja one last time. "We were talking, and then she left for a few minutes to check on her communicator, and then that bastard over there seemingly shot her.", Julius said, pointing at the dead guard on the floor. "She was already shot when I arrived, and I eviscerated that guy before I've tried to help the Fylkja, thing I've been doing over the past minutes.". The Hegemon then made a step forward, pushing Astarael aside, looking directly at the guards. "I've got no idea what the hell of a rebellion is supposed to happen here, but if you're on the Fylkja's side, you'll help me take her to a doctor. And fast, since she won't last for much longer."
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Post by Drakorphobia on Mar 10, 2016 22:28:12 GMT
"Both of you, take her to the lower levels. I'm sure Avik can help her." Hissed the hooded Gothi, nodding his head to the two guards, who sheathed their weapons. One of the two picked up the unconcious Fylkja, and began to run down the hallway, his fellow followed him, hand on the holster of his pistol. As the two ran off, the Gothi looked to Julius. With a slash of his blade, the laser projection returned to its hilt, and he hooked the device onto his belt. He stepped forward, examining the Hegemon with a burning curiousity. He was so young, and yet, the ruler of most of the free Milky Way. In a way, he admired him. In another, he hated his arrogance.
"Thank you." He said simply. "Do you want an armed transport for your return to the Colonies? Or will you stay here? The situation on the surface has been cleared up." He stopped talking for a moment, raising his hand to his temple as if to listen for something hard to hear. Likely an earpiece. "Forget I asked. It seems the Keltakens are bombing the planet.. Launching a ship will be impossible."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 13:52:15 GMT
For a moment, the Hegemon almost looked as if he was going to fall down or something, before the black haired girl helped him, letting him lean a little on her for support. With all this going on, the purple eyed boy almost forgot that whole part in which he hadn't exactly slept over the last weeks at all, combined with the fact that he had just been shot twice. Sometimes, Julius would have really loved a break, but unfortunately, he couldn't. There were still far too many things to do.
"Don't worry about that, I was certainly not going to let the Fylkja die. For one, I should apologize. I should have been more careful, and I should have intervened earlier". The black haired human said, before he yawned." Well, I guess I'll stay around for a little more, though I'd like to contact my ship, and the men I brought with me on the planet, if they weren't killed. And.. I want to be sure that the Fylkja is outside any danger, first."
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