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Kristen Leon

Warden, Squad Leader

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Dyew, as played by Varden

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Name: Kristen Leon
Title/Rank: Warden/Senior Chief Petty Officer E-8
Age: 28
Race: Human (Ayenee)
Significant Relations: None Currently.
Faction: CONCORD, DED
Position: Squad Leader
Department/Specialty: Tactical/Rangers-Scouts, NaNBC-Nanotechnological Warfare

Physical Description: Despite having lost her right arm in battle, she is a formidable combatant and still beautiful when compared to other human females. She keeps her dark raven colored hair in a loose bun in the back. Her blue eyes are bright and are one of her more striking features.

Personality: Kristen is kind and intelligent though she possesses more common sense than book knowledge. She is a fighter and a potential lover. She does not take loss of an ally, friend, or loved one well and sometimes struggles with depression. Often times she refuses to share these feelings with others and keeps her emotions bottled up. This can help or hinder her combat performance at times. It seldom helps her leadership performance.

"Under the witness of the stars, forward I stand on the brink of anew and as knowing this, grasp do I the sword Valor. Take it do I, knowing in full well, that all things end and that I take this to slow the unyielding force of ending. I take this sword knowing the blood of my sisters and my brothers lies of its blade. I take this to bring them victory where they hath had defeat and hope where they had none. I take this and I swear never do I kill without cause. My blade defends only the innocent and weak. My blade rises only against those whom seek to bring harm to that of which I am sworn to protect. Knowing all this and being of sound heart and mind do I take this sword, Valor and swear my honor. This I swear."
- Warden's Pledge

A Warden protects the weak and defenseless.
A Warden gives succor to widows and orphans.
A Warden refrains from the wanton giving of offense.
A Warden lives by honor and for glory.
A Warden despises pecuniary reward.
A Warden fights for the welfare of all.
A Warden obeys those placed in authority.
A Warden guards the honor of their fellow Wardens.
A Warden eschews unfairness, meanness and deceit.
A Warden speaks the truth at all times.
A Warden perseveres to the end in any enterprise begun.
A Warden never refuses a challenge from an equal.
A Warden never turns their back upon a foe.


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Skills and Talents:

- Trained and practiced in the use of CONCORD and Terran firearms.
- Trained and practiced in the use of CONCORD and Terran equipment and most craft.
- Fit and strong, with good endurance and fortitude.
- Trained in hand-to-hand combat, both unarmed and with bladed and blunt weapons.
- Good reflexes.

Abilities:

-- Latent Psion: Some humans have latent psionic abilities. Kristen can detect surface emotions in other sentient entities within close proximity of her. She also has very weak telekinetic abilities that she is trying to train and having little success at improving them.

Weapons & Equipment:

-- Lancer VP14, Assault Rifle: The lancer is a magazine-fed, short-to-mid range weapon offering semi-automatic, three charge burst, and fully automatic fire. Charged plasma munitions are pumped into a cyclotron that converts the plasma into a highly lethal bolt before it is expelled from the chamber. Upon impact with the target, the magnetic field surrounding the bolt collapses, venting superheated plasma onto the contact point. The Lancer can also be fitted with a number of different attachments to include a grenade launcher, different scopes, and other attachments. It can be fielded with a number of different hybrid munition types. Hybrid weapons are extremely effective against both shield and armor based defense systems because of the extreme heat and kinetic force issued with each impact. The VP14 uses both capacitor cells and hybrid ammunition magazines.

-- Nova VP8, Sidearm: Close range combat knife that uses hyper-vibrations and heat to easily cut through solid steel and many much harder substances. The VP8 uses capacitor cells loaded at the bottom of the grip but these seldom need to be changed out unless the knife is used excessively. The blade itself is constructed of an adamant core surrounded by vibranium, with a diamondine edge.

-- Arc VP12: A short-to-med ranged phaser pistol that easily bypasses most shield based defense systems and applies electromagnetic and thermal damage to armor based systems. It also has some weak atomic destabilization properties like disruptors. The beam fired by this pistol can easily cut through most conventional armor and cause massive heat damage to tougher stuff. The pistol has two settings that allow for continuous fire or pulse fire. The VP12 requires no ammo but does use up capacitor cells that are loaded at the top of the weapon above the grip. The continuous fire mode causes these capacitor cells to deplete much more swiftly and can potentially damage the weapon if done too frequently.

-- Bio-mechanical Arm: A bio-mechanical arm connected to Kristen's nervous and muscular skeletal system. CONCORD bio-mechanical systems operate on the same powering principle as many of their personal defense systems in that they are powered by the user's bio-current.

-- Myrkr VP101, PDS: The Myrkr personal defense system is primarily used by snipers and reconnaissance soldiers. This armor uses primarily shield based defensive systems. It does enhance the wearer’s physical attributes as well as their reaction time but not as much as other armors. The user’s senses are enhanced to a staggering degree. Among the additions that are common to all CONCORD personal armors is an advanced cloaking device that renders the wearer all but undetectable. The short range teleportation system allows for near instantaneous transportation provided the wearer has line of sight with the desired destination and as long as a CONCORD capital ship is within a range of seven astronomical units. Advanced sensors allow the wearer to more easily detect other cloaked entities. The self-contained and adaptive filtration system of all CONCORD personal defense systems coupled with the drop system allows a wearer to enter an atmosphere or drop from high altitude and low orbit to arrive safely on the surface of a terrestrial planet. Most CONCORD personal defense systems are powered by a capacitor core that is recharged by the wearer's own bio-current. Some larger or more power hungry units come equipped with a micro cold fusion reactor.

-- EGO (Environmental Guardian Online): A symbiotic neuro-muscular bionetic implant, EGO alters its host at the genetic level, providing encyclopedic heads-up intelligence, while simultaneously unlocking and managing corporeal-maximization, or EGO Powers. Many CONCORD personnel utilize EGO which provides the user with four short timed psionic like abilities that can be used on the fly and with very little concentration. Those abilities are blur, cloak, decoy, and overcharge. EGO sharpens the senses, provides easy communication between members in the same solar system, provides access to a database of knowledge, a heads up display, and an assistant AI among other small perks.

So begins...

Kristen Leon's Story

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A figure fumbled his way though the fighting, muttering to himself, looking to the skies with his crimson mask. Some of the undead had gotten in his way, the preacher's mouth formed a thin line and swung his electrified mace though the stinking creatures, booting others that had dodged him, treating them like a game of brutal hacky-sack.

One of the zombies grappled with him as he ran up a fire escape, it wrestled for his throat, settling for his a chunk of his lip and a spray of viscous red blood splattered the railing, Vicar screamed with fury and seized the thing by the ears and swung its head against the railing, slamming it repeatedly until the very foundations of the fire escape started to rattle dangerously.

The blood didn't stop the trail of words. "And come the fall of blessed sun." Vicar stormed up the fire escape, seeing his savior fighting with the vampire, he'd never have that kind of power, he was but a man. Vicar brought up his wrist to wipe the blood and spit off his torn face.

"They raved across the night." Vicar brought up his pace, skidding across the roof, ignoring the stinging pain in his face and pushing a battery into his mace and then took a blind leap of faith. "To torment, murder, steal, corrupt." The priest went flying down the gap, bringing his hand up to catch the edge of the roof haul himself up.

The preacher spat onto stony roof, seeing this attempt on his saviors life and charged forward with the zeal of a man with nothing left to lose, bringing his electrified mace in a crackling arc to smash the vampire lord's face in, confident in the Paragon's ability to avoid harm.

Vicar had no words, but to scream his rage. The violent priest wasn't going to survive this night anyway, that bite would ruin him.

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A figure fumbled his way though the fighting, muttering to himself, looking to the skies with his crimson mask. Some of the undead had gotten in his way, the preacher's mouth formed a thin line and swung his electrified mace though the stinking creatures, booting others that had dodged him, treating them like a game of brutal hacky-sack.

One of the zombies grappled with him as he ran up a fire escape, it wrestled for his throat, settling for his a chunk of his lip and a spray of viscous red blood splattered the railing, Vicar screamed with fury and seized the thing by the ears and swung its head against the railing, slamming it repeatedly until the very foundations of the fire escape started to rattle dangerously.

The blood didn't stop the trail of words. "And come the fall of blessed sun." Vicar stormed up the fire escape, seeing his savior fighting with the vampire, he'd never have that kind of power, he was but a man. Vicar brought up his wrist to wipe the blood and spit off his torn face.

"They raved across the night." Vicar brought up his pace, skidding across the roof, ignoring the stinging pain in his face and pushing a battery into his mace and then took a blind leap of faith. "To torment, murder, steal, corrupt." The priest went flying down the gap, bringing his hand up to catch the edge of the roof haul himself up.

The preacher spat onto stony roof, seeing this attempt on his saviors life and charged forward with the zeal of a man with nothing left to lose, bringing his electrified mace in a crackling arc to smash the vampire lord's face in, confident in the Paragon's ability to avoid harm.

Vicar had no words, but to scream his rage. The violent priest wasn't going to survive this night anyway, that bite would ruin him.

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Just when it seemed Vladimar would decapitate Paragon before the fighting had even begun, the cloaked warrior swung his sword over his head, parrying the attack before it could reach his neck. Glaring white met black sanguine as the two blades collided.

Side-stepping gracefully, Paragon threw the Blood King's sword off his own with a light thrust at the hilt, weaving beneath the blade's edge and delivering a series of quick but accurate slices at the vampire's frame, mostly concentrated around his arms and legs. Curiously, Paragon seemed to be avoiding Vladimar's more vital areas. He seemed more intent on crippling the vampire than he did kill him.

His movements were fluid and wispy, like the shadow of an insect flitting nimbly from point to point. He never stood still enough to match Vladimar muscle-for-muscle, but seemed content to adopt a 'parry and evade' tactic. That said, he was quick. Very quick. As agile and dexterous as any skilled swordsman could be. His feet made strange patterns across the forming pentagram, moving between the triangular shapes with terrifying grace. The toes of his boots scraped between the folds of the red star...

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Back on the ground, the NPA (and hopefully, the other allies) were taking advantage of the mysterious angel's brief stem of the tide. Enforcers scrambled to get the remaining civilians to safety, finish off the stragglers that still remained and re-fortify their position.

"Drop team, put the packages on target!" a sergeant roared, "energize those mids!"

A small squad of Paladin Fighters roared over the city, a dozen circular pods ejecting from their undersides and smashing into the asphalt below. They made a circular perimeter around the hell portal and lay still and quiet for a few moments... before flaring up in a wave of vibrant green. All at once, a plasma shield flared up around the conflict center, re-enforcing the Svalinn with another layer of protection. When Mikha'el's holy barrier fell, the plasma shield would incinerate whatever the Svalinn couldn't keep back.

"All allies, stay away from the green," the sergeant spoke into the comm, "we've got hot plasma contact. Quarantine is in effect."

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Vladimar's blade lashed at Paragon like a viper filled with uncanny agility and rage. He glanced to the side as Vicar's mace collided with his cheek. Bone splintered and blood poured from his mutilated eye. The vampire king retained his footing and assaulted Paragon with countless slashes and thrusts. Paragon's blows met their mark unanimously if not scathed the unholy knight's armor. Blood dripped from numerous gashes across Vladimar's body as the abominable legion flowed from the hellish darkness beneath his tattered cloak.

"Heh heh hah..." Vladimar snickered as he slid to the opposite side of the roof. He supported his massive frame with the girth of his blade. The vampire king looked up at the three figures before him. An eerie crimson glow resonated from his smashed hollow eye socket. "Heh heh hah... hehehehehah... HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Yes... Now things are getting a bit more fun."

Vladimar straightened himself to his full height, towering over the average man. Bones reshaped and snapped into place as senew and muscle tissue regenerated. New flesh filled in the deep wounds left by Paragon's blade. Skin stretched and smoothed over the healed wounds like a fresh coat of paint.

"You're fast... I'll give you that." he said as he glanced down to the battle field. "It appears the dogs have gotten some help... No matter. They have seen but a fraction of the armies at my command!"

"Ego vocare te..." his voice thundered across the winds. "... legiones inferni! Audient vocern Vladimar!"

His cloak snapped into the air as if cast by a violent gale. The tides of darkness that flowed from it intensified tenfold like a broken flood gate. As the Boiling Phlegethon channeled through the vampire king, so did the countless souls that were bound to his will. They spilled out by the thousands, flooding the streets, sidewalks, and lower floors of the buildings beneath them. The terror and chaos that drenched the city seemed to only fuel the unholy tide.

"Principatus noche bestia!" he cried as he stretched out his gauntlet towards the regrouping army. A low rumble resonated from below the streets. The manholes flipped. Rats swarmed from the nether regions of the city and casted confusions between the feet of the soldiers. Seconds passed before the air and ground filled with all manner of vile creatures - cockroaches, flies, bats, crickets, spiders, and scorpions.

Vladimar finally returned his attention to Paragon and his cultist. "Now..." the vampire king smirked as he gripped his runeblade in both hands. "Let us see how fast you are..."

He charged with a strike of crimson lightning as he brought his blade down with a wicked slash. Vladimar vanished again, reappearing on the opposite side of the roof, before charging again. This motion continued. Faster and faster. Charge. Slash. Evade. Charge. His speed quickened. Was he in two places at once, or was that a trick of the eye?

As his brutal assault intensified, the hellish rune glowed with a dark red glimmer. It was nearly complete. The rune drank the blood offering greedily, but its hunger could not be sated. In order for the ritual to complete, it required the blood of something more... immortal.

-----

When Mikha'el's barrier shattered, the Archangel ripped through the air. He scooped up a fleeing family just before the plasma fell. His wings folded tightly to protect them from the liquid fire.

"Magen!" his voice rung with divine authority as he stretched out a hand towards a soldier pinned beneath a toppled car. A radiance surrounded the man, shielding him from all harm.

Mikha'el rose to his feet when the ordeal passed. The rescued family thanked him before resuming their flight. He scanned the battlefield with his eagle-like vision. Though the familiars were destroyed from the plasma, the chaotic energy remained. Then, as the renewed and greater wave flowed from the skyscraper, he took to the sky. The Archangel's wings unfolded like a battle standard as the grip around his sword tightened.

"Stand fast, Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve!" his voice boomed. "Stand fast and show no fear to this devil! Your fear will only weaken thyself and strengthen thy foe. Though we walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, we will fear no evil! Be as unto David slaying his tens of thousands in the name of righteousness! Feel neither fear nor weariness! For I, Mikha'el the Guardian, leader of the Archangels, bestow my blessing upon thee!"

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Paragon retreated, his weapon a blurring frenzy as he desperately attempted to parry Vladimar's superhuman flurry of strikes. For a few brief moments, his form held, white sword meeting black blade blow for blow. The moon warrior leaped gracefully across the rooftop, matching Vladimar's brutish speed with dexterous agility.

Of course, he couldn't last. The Blood King, empowered by the chaotic energies reaped from the souls of countless innocents, was far too quick. The first slash landed across his back, slicing through his cloak and a layer of the thick fiber-armor beneath. Paragon fought on, unphased, delivering two quick counter-attacks at Vladimar's shoulder and waist. He was following through for a back-handed swing across the vampire's torso when he felt a hot burning over his calves. By the gods, HOW had he attacked there? He'd been right in his line of sight the whole time. It was almost as if he were fighting two or three opponents at once.

Back stepping, Paragon traced a pattern with his foot and the end of the pentagram, stepping forward to once again face his opponent. He didn't even parry a single strike. Two slashes across his pectorals. One over his hamstring. A burning swathe of hellfire crawled over his shoulder and into his back, welting the skin beneath. He staggered briefly beneath the pain before rising to his feet... only to have the armor on his torso ripped open by a mighty downward slice.

Paragon stumbled backwards, growling as he hit the floor. His bare chest, bruised and wilted, was exposed to Vladimar's view. He lay on the ground, struggling to rise, breathing heavily. His body was conveniently positioned in the direct center of the pentagram.

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The Enforcers, meanwhile, were fighting harder than ever. Spurred on by Mikha'el's example and beset on all sides with a host of allies, they struggle to contain the new wave of madness unleashed by the Blood King. The plasma shield did its work, incinerating the grunts before they even reached the streets and damaging the stronger champions as they pooled out, hot plasma scathing their bodies with every step. Flaring white barrages of purging ether met the offenders at every turn, bringing them down in scores. The newly-killed bodies of the dead filled the streets.

Evil had upped the ante, but so had the defenders.

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Zephaniel looked with happiness as he managed to secure the building below him. Though he nearly fell off the rooftop when sensed a familiar aura. He turned to see the Leader of the Archangels. He who is like God, Saint Mikha'el. He never suspected he would appear. Though he was not upset that he did. Surely Mikha'el will turn the battle into God's favor. He has always done so in times of great duress. He unleashed a powerful ward to keep the chaos at bay. Zephaniel had great confidence in him, though he worried he may spot him. It is not his job to assist in major battles like these. His duty is to strike down those who hide in shadows. To silently fight for God in the Dark.

He worried Mikha'el may be upset with him being out in the open like this. Technically he isn't to make himself known. It is crucial to have secrecy and the element of surprise in his work. Which is why he was allowed to roam the mortal plane at any time. In fact they highly recommend he spends little time in Heaven. Still, he could not ignore what is occurring here. Besides any demons that may have been here must have left. Or at the very least well hidden. With the amount of evil energy the Blood King is emitting, he would have no luck sensing a demon in all this mess.

It was then the ward broke and the situation grew worse. A new wave of evil has risen, and more spawns from the Boiling River. To call upon such wicked power, is to be like a Demon Lord. He then harkened the Archangel's call. Just like in the days of yore, Mikha'el's speeches always rallied the troops of both Heaven and Man alike. He was glad they were empowered and hopefully they will charge with invigorated strength. That they may smite this evil that has flooded on the mortal plane. He had not payed much attention, but upon the rooftop of where this started, he could see a few individuals upon there. For the most part they seemed to fight The Blood King head on. But appear to be losing. He worried for them, but the warriors seem very skilled. Though it seems The Blood King is greater. He saw the other forces containing and saving more lives. He considered entering the fray, but direct assaults are not his specialty. Though the circumstances as they are, may make it difficult to approach covertly. Perhaps Mikha'el will try his hand? For now Zephaniel lept off the rooftops and entered the streets once again.

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Vicar wasn't as speedy as the two freakishly powerful gods, his arms struggling to scamper across the roofs, lashing out with his legs until he caught up with them. The priest looked upon his savior with despair upon his permanent scowl. If the Paragon died, so would he, a man with nothing to lose.

The missionary frowned underneath his helmet, checking his chest for the only counter to the absurd amount of power this creature had, a pair of frag grenades strapped to his vest. "Though you, I found purpose." Vicar screamed, spittle and blood splattering the concrete roof, waving his mace into the air and charged forward.

Vicar dropped his mace, throwing it to the ground with a loud clatter, finger glancing across the pin of one of the grenades, careful not to pull the pin as he swung himself forward to grab Alucard by the chin with one hand and deposit the now live grenade into his mouth.

There was no phrase to scream, no religion to preach, no psalm that fit this matyrdom.

"DIE, DIE, DIE."

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The stranger standing upon the roof top and watching the fight ensue between Vladimar, Paragon, and Vicar had not budged until this moment. He had not spoke or acted in any hostile way to anyone upon the roof or on the ground. The only warning of his impending action was the cracking of the reinforced cement slab upon which they stood. His rear right foot pivoted and his weight shifted.

The sound of the chain held in his right hand, crystal wind chimes, beauty amid the slaughter. His steely eyes traced Paragon's form and each point of the pentagram before returning to the servant of the moon, Vladimar, and then Vicar as the mortal man attempted to grapple with the Blood King and shove a grenade down his throat.

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Five interceptor drones were the first of the Varden units to arrive. Heavy rail-gun fire started to turn the mass of flesh, chaos and blood into exploded refuse and craters as each drone fired on its initial pass and spun away. The air vibrated as windows burst and teeth chattered in skulls, both living and dead with the power of each automatic burst. It sounded more like terrible chainsaws and less like weapons' fire.

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Vladimar laughed cruelly as Paragon collapsed in the center of the pentagram. He slammed his boot onto his chest while he stretched out his hand. The vampire king attempted to catch Vicar by the throat as he lunged. He would then slam the human onto the broken body of Paragon before attempting to thrust his blade through both of their bellies. His runeblade, Sangentis the Blood Drinker, pierced flesh, soul, and the focal point of the rune. Vladimar twisted the sword like a great key in the enchanted stone. A cage of chaotic lightning surrounded the Blood King as the pentagram resonated with a hellish glow. It burned like a crimson spotlight stretching into the sky, heralding an ill omen. Each of the impaled human sacrifices screamed and writhed in agony as the energies multiplied. The blood drained from their bodies and filled the crevices of the massive rune.

"Your blood shall open the gate..." he said. "and your life essence will be clay to be molded like steel in the furnace of Hell!"

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Meanwhile, Mikha'el flew at the helm of the Terran guard. His sword shined like the sun as it cleaved through the summoned spirits and demons by the hundreds with the full wrath of Heaven. Darkness fled from the tongues of golden flame that ignited across the ground in his presence. He lashed out with divine fury as he defended the humans.

"Arise, shine," he cried above the battle field, "for your light has come, and the glory of Adonai has risen upon you! For behold, darkness shall cover the earth, and thick darkness the peoples; but Adonai will arise and His glory will be seen! Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened and do not be dismayed, for Adonai Elohim is with you wherever you go!"

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Paragon groaned as he felt Vicar's body slam into his own. He smelled the musky scent of sweat mingled with flesh. Human flesh. A mortal man...

He saw the glaring red of the blade flash above them both; felt the hellish pulse of chaos resonate inside the unholy sword. In a few moments, it would impale them both, sending a shockwave of nefarious energy through both of their bodies. He might survive it. Perhaps. He had the tools, the medicine...

...but the man? No. Not a chance. He had no armor like his. No shields. No defensive mechanisms. Sangentis would tear through him with viscous glee and strip his very soul from his flesh... he would die in agony.. he would die undefended...

"NO!" he roared, mustering his strength and pouring the whole of his being into one last blurring movement. With incredible speed, Paragon would attempt to throw Vicar off of his body just as the blade was coming down. The sword would meet only one of its intended victims, slicing through Paragon's side and sticking him to the ground. Blood poured from the wound in rivers. Red blood. Warm blood.

And as Paragon lay beneath Vladimar's sword, bleeding, beaten and broken, he looked up at the vampire king from beneath the hem of his mask with mysterious intent. He might have been smiling.

"...now... you're mine..." he hushed, his fists clenching. Suddenly, the pentagram surrounding them began to glow; a soft lunar white above the glaring red of Vladimar's previous spell. Markings began to take shape around the triangles; strange shapes and symbols took form. The wilted rose. The evening star. The crescent moon.

Perhaps most interesting was the shape of the pentragram as a whole. Paragon had re-traced the entire spell circle in his fight with Vladimar, but he'd added another triangle to the end of the star. A hexegram. A summoning tool. A world-bridge. Paragon hadn't manipulated or stopped Vladimar's spell, but had simply built his own atop it, using the chaotic energies resonating from the roof as a foundation. Now the symbol glared with furious power, feeding off of Vladimar's darkness, empowering itself with the very sustenance of his own evil authority...

And then all at once, it activated. The spell finalized, the glowing energy spiraling around the four figures and trying to send them all away... attempting to whisk them to...

...someplace else...

The setting changes from Wing City to The Garden Zone

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A cynosural field.


There were brief exchanges and CV117 lit the cynosural field. For a few seconds the system seemed to have a new star. A moment later and the titan appeared issuing a brief but brilliant explosion of electromagnetic radiation. A shuttle departed the CONCORD corvette and made its way to the station. On this shuttle resided the two CONCORD diplomats and would be advisors for the coalition in reference to all things of Ayen origin. The cynosural field vanished after the super capital came through and CV117 approached the titan.

The two ships did have some similarities but there were more differences between the CONCORD corvette and its larger counterpart than could be recorded to a short list. The Erebus allowed itself to be guided and transmitted instructions as the CNS Promethean approached it. Unlike its Aschen equivalent, the Revelation II the titans did not have the room in their hold to carry a battle fleet with them. At most they could carry with them one ship the size of CV117. The space within these super capitals was taken up by its primary and secondary weapon systems and its jump portal generator. Its main role in fleets was to assist in the moment of smaller vessels without jump drives and to destroy capitals and other super capital ships with its primary weapon system.

"CNS Promethean this is FN Bannockburn. Approach to 2,200 meters and prepare for bridge. When you are prepared give us the green light", said a male voice. EGO would then confirm with the coalition AI that CNS Promethean was the only vessel to be bridged.

'A clarion call. I am ready to jump EGO. Green', Aaric commented to no one but EGO. The AI did not reply but did make the Bannockburn's AI aware. "Alloway senior chief", Aaric transmitted from CV117.

"Alloway sir", a female voice came back in reply from the shuttle.

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Kristen was also seated and secured to her seat in the shuttle. EGO was piloting the tiny ship with very minor input from the both of them. She was dressed in a similar uniform to him and had been watching him in admiration for a moment. A blush came across her cheeks when she eventually realized she had been staring. He was adapting to his predicament quite quickly.

"A prototype frigate class vessel was used in the bombing of The Great Seto Bridge which crosses the Solinus Sea and joins Shintenchi and South East Aslund. This ship was a CONCORD vessel. The weapon system used in the bombing was also of Ayenee origin. The weapon system that was used could have caused an extinction level event on Terra as it involved the use of self replicating nano-machines. These types of weapon systems are outlawed in Ayenee, Eden, the Milky Way, and Andromeda. We do heavily rely on nano-machines for other applications and nano-machine weapons have been used by the various empires and factions of Ayenee and Eden in the past."

She adjusted the front of her uniform. "The Inaya Accord governs what laws we can enforce in high-security space and to a lesser degree, low-security space in Ayenee and Eden. The Accord has no legality outside of Ayenee and Eden. That is a matter of sovereignty and intergalactic law. There has been no committee to establish such laws and I am sure that if we were to find the person or people responsible they would try and hide behind these details. It was a terrorist act plain and simple. Many thousands of people lost their lives and if not for the actions of the Taiyou and their allies every living soul on Terra may have very well been extinguished that day."

She leaned forward in her seat as much as the harness allowed her to. "The Taiyou support Shintenchi and from the briefings I have read there is a great amount of friction between Shintenchi and that nation's allies and the Terran National Government. CONCORD has not had dealings with Shintenchi and our relationship with the Taiyou was tenuous before the bombing. CONCORD deployed the Varden Expeditionary Force to support the Terran National Government and defend them from the Aschen."

Kristen motioned with her hands now as she continued to speak. "Letch Gordon was formerly a CONCORD agent and working on the Starburst project which was in large part the prototype frigate used in the bombing of the Great Seto Bridge. He stole the frigate a few months ago but based on the information we have gathered Letch had nothing to do with the bombing. He was killed by a member of his crew, a crew he picked up in null-security space somewhere in Curse."

She reached her left hand out to the control panel. Her fingers danced briefly across the glasslike surface. "We have reason to believe that the Taiyou intend to launch an attack on Ayenee and Eden. UCON has always been involved with the affairs of Terra and Councilor Chevalle feels they are fair and open enough in their dealings that they are the best candidate to perform an inquiry and investigation among those available. While CONCORD has hired another group and are performing our own investigation we are obligated to allow a group that can remain unbiased otherwise any findings we make can be refuted."

She then smiled brightly at Liam. "Even if we find the culprit and it has nothing to do with CONCORD the Taiyou may choose to ignore the evidence. Our investigative findings would be used to gain support from the empires and other entities in and outside of Ayenee and Eden so we could repel a Taiyou attack on the galaxy. This is why peace with UCON is so important."

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Liam listened to what Kristin was saying and then he realized that she had been staring at him for a bit, but he decided not to mention it and focused on the mission at hand. "So the ship bombed the bridge that connects two regions, and we all have reason to believe that it was a terrorist attacked staged to disrupt conversations and communication between different factions." he mulled over, speaking with a tone of professionalism as before. He then rubbed his chin a bit, and looked down at the panel, seeing what she was doing. "So we are here to insure peace and stabilization among the region so nothing like this happens." he added and looked over at her, his face a bit grim.

"Do you feel as though the Taiyou have been looking for a reason to attack, and that they are using this incident to have an excuse to do their attack?" he asked her, he then smiled a bit at her in return, nodding. "If I am correct, then our work will not be easy, we are trying to prevent war and insure peace among the people of this region." he remarked, still rubbing his chin a bit.

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She scrunched her face up and then shook her head. "Not exactly this region. We really have enough problems at home with the empires and various factions squabbling with each other. Ayenee is ever at war with itself and our mission has always been peacekeeping. We are here to open talks with UCON, learn about their various cultures and histories, and assist them in the investigation through sharing our own. With this Councilor Chevalle hopes to gain intergalactic support should the Taiyou attempt to invade Ayenee."

She turned back to the view screen and watched the ballet of distant starships briefly before returning her eyes to Liam. "No one outside of Ayenee and Eden grasps the true role of CONCORD or the complex relationships between different corporations, alliances, coalitions, blocs, factions, and empires. If the Taiyou do invade Ayenee or Eden they will quickly find themselves beset on all sides by various factions some of which are quite powerful. While some groups have no love for CONCORD we keep order enough for them to do business and make a profit. They recognize we are necessary."

"All that being said: No one has direct access to empire space from outside the galaxy except us. Once they discover this they will either have to gain the political and military support of various factions in Ayenee and Eden or retreat. It makes no sense to me that they would invade though. Based on every simulation I have seen the Taiyou have no chance for victory in Ayenee or Eden."

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In the waning hours of the cycle traffic had picked up around the station as ships came to and from the Varden titan. Troop and matériel freighters like the Promethean convoyed the initial ground and security forces like precious food to the queen of a giant stellar hive, piloting drones and manned craft dipping and weaving through the lumbering vessels that would be the metal homes of the Blue Legion for their stay in Ayenee and Eden. Most of the personnel transported to the Ardenian ship would be the vital administrators and diplomatic personnel that would oversee the expulsion of the Taiyou from the Varden home. These individuals were skilled administrators, capable of speaking several languages and having a propebsity to absorb cultures and civilizations unlike any they had witnessed before. The others would be embedded directly with CONCORD and Varden forces, as both a means of deniability to the Empire as well as maximizing the sparse forces the Apparatus could contribute: while many others would simply be given a ship, currency to raise a mercenary force and the simple order to harry the Taiyou until they retreated or were annihilated.

In the depths of one of the orbital's control station, the Chairman stood across the holographic image of the transnational government's Minister of the Administration: Petros Zhirayr poured over the station's personnel list and contingent, thousands of marines and hundreds of tons of armored vehicles, artillery pieces and would be the first members of the Apparatus to leave the Home galaxy.

"Very good, very good Chairman." Petros steel eyes were bright with a sense of anticipation that not even thousands of lightyears of distance could hide. "From a debriefing with the Military Council, the Apparatus is moving all over the galaxy: your little expedition should be overshadowed by the rest of their movements at the Aschen border and the Local Region."

"While we're organizing the expedition here, we are waiting to recieve a Varden delegation to bring the Apparatus up to date on the situation in Ayenee and Eden." The Chairman spoke from behind a holo-digital overlay, great planes of light shifting around him as they scoured maps od Andromeda, Home, and Onyx. "Initial planning for operations actually on-the-ground in Ayenee and Eden have yet to take shape but we are confident the General Staff will have the information they need soon.”

“Good, Chairman. As you know, the secrecy of this mission is paramount -- duly so, I am the only member of ONE with executive oversight of this expedition. Everything is to be reported directly through the Military Council.” As Petros let his gaze wander from the maps and overlays the Chairman nodded his head slightly, even before the Legion had been assembled the numbers, names and localities of anything involved had been classified into obscurity. Amongst the great bureaucratic ocean of the Coalition, nothing but the most precise eye could even ascertain what these Blue Legion personnel were.

”Chairman Kage, we have a Varden shuttle inbound.”

“Bring them on in, we’ll handle the exchanges while the rest of the transfer is underway.”



Onboard the central bay of the station, a detail of marine Security Police were waiting behind a grav-dock as the shuttle was ushered in to the orbital’s primary superstructure. As they entered, the two security drones escorting the craft from the titan peeled off to return to duty for another transport, having guided them through the clogged traffic of ferrying vessels.

As the shuttle came to a rest it was restrained in the large bay with magno-gravitic couplings, the device producing suspending fields that shimmered with bright crackling pulses of energy. With the two folds finally stabilizing, the translucent fields were able to hold the bulk of the shuttle over the gaping expanse of the bay under them.

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Main hanger with attached drone hanger and fuel bay of an Erebus class titan.


There was a fury of activity on board the Bannockburn as it took on the multitude of administrators and diplomatic personnel. Swarms of heavy hanger drones weaved in and out of the fray to move equipment and stage it away from ammunition and fuel stores. The Apparatus personnel were escorted to a staging area and made comfortable as CONCORD personnel in gray duty uniforms performed checks on fuel levels and maintenance inspections.

A hologram roughly explained the process of a titan's bridge, the use of cynosural fields, and the documented side effects of Ayen drives which amounted to mild nausea to those that had come aboard. Those remaining on the Promethean would not get such a warning or introduction prior to being bridged. Bannockburn's pilot awaited the signal to call for the cyno and engage the bridge.

The shuttle was guided in and set down without incident. Kristen collected a single large black duffel bag after unhooking from her seat. She put the bag over her shoulder. "We have docked. Let us disembark", she said with a smirk in Liam's direction.