Eris, Goddess of Chaos's Story

Right next to a woman with bewitching and beguiling beauty appeared chuckling as she watched the Imperium's Guardsman voice enter realms of Falsetto, "It's a start certainly. But I think we require a little more, finesse. Your talents are certainly humorous, but I think you are missing something, being you have made the Imperium Speaker such a fantastic Soprano, how about he sings everything!" turning to the Chaotic being she immediately targeted the speaker with this jinx and at once everytime he spoke, he would only sing and combined with the falsetto tone to his voice, it was causing a rather humorous result." nodding she smirked, "As I said Dear Discord, finesse, you provided the voice, I provide the music!"

"What in the name of the emperor!" The Imperial commander spoke as his voice grew it pitch. What sorcery was this!? Turning to another soldier he was now the next person to speak to the crowd as the two sides continued to exchange verbal fire.

"Um...greetings Mayor Mr. E, we of the Imperium wish for this event to be a success. We look forward to this election and everyone's participation sir. Unfortanantly our commander is currently...having something strange going on with him but we look forward to the victor of this election. May the Emperor watch over us all, and let us hope everything is safe. Even with our increased security we are taking the best of caution to ensure not only the canidites, but for the civilians in this city. As for the parade sir...think of this as the way to show the city that the Wing City elections are now underway..." The soldier spoke before turning to the crowd.

The man soon continued the verbal war against the protesters while the commander was still busy wondering what warp sorcery was going on here. "By the Emperor...whatever has done this is going to pay..."

Nefertari looked down at the city as she continued to heal Otto "Looks like someone is not to happy with you guys."


Meanwhile down in the street someone yelled "Fuck your Emperor! All hail the Liberation!" Soon it became a chant as the protesters moved closer to the Imperiums troops shouting and screaming insults of the vilest sort.


"Someone really don't like you guys at all" Nefertari added watching the chaos below from the shuttle.

Cole's eyes were directed to his attire, and with a low grumble he let out "Oh, right. Hold on." and with a tap of a wand he pulled out he returned his clothing to the usual look. Armor, gloves, the whole shabang.

"Now then, where were we?"

Glancing up, everything was growing more hectic by the second. What...how? Why? Letting out a small sigh Cole spoke into the microphone. "Well, this is certainly interesting but uhm...this is a lot of chaos and I can't quite keep up with all of this. Tight schedule and all. I'll be around at the elections. Vote! Vote for me. Have a nice parade!" With that, Cole used another wand to teleport himself away.

I sit with my back against the arch and look around. I wonder what this new city would bring to my life

Entering the usual thicket of chaos

Bristol patted the clearly incensed and distracted man on the shoulder saying with a smile, "Well you can find the list on civ-net under my name if you'd like."

A svelte voice echoed in Bristol's mind, "Well, isn't that odd. While I'm not equipped to investigate these kinds of strangeness, dear Bristol, I do suggest caution. I had a word with Jinhai and they suggest the recent shadow and demonic aggressors have already exited the city by and large."

As Bristol put his pad away into a pocket and broke from the crowd he noiselessly replied to her with a raised eyebrow, "Hecklers of some skill I assume. If they only busy themselves with slinging mud at politicians I suppose it's just business as usual, mmm?"

His jovial call to the Imperial Commander came with a smile, "I believe it's the rhetoric that's supposed to hit a choir pitch, commander. Though we have mages enough in this city at least one has a sense of humor I see."

Nodding to the new entrant he wondered if this general 13-7's holo transmission was two way. He replied to her anyway, "While I am late I don't remember getting an invitation to this little soiree. There's then at least two native terrans running for mayor you know!"

He looked at the incumbent, Mr E, "No offense intended to you, Mr. E, I honestly don't remember if you were born here or not."

He continued to the hologram, "While I agree some of the imperial types seem an ill-fit to a supernaturally multicultural city such as ours I feel the city should have a word with this emperor of theirs about it before undiplomatically kicking a religious group out of it. At least when he is not otherwise engaged at present."

He continued to try and placate the crowd, "I also agree with your concerns about a military force used for policing. I don't think that has ever ended well. However the police force is still being rebuilt again near the gardens and if the Imperium would step down from civic enforcement after the Terran police department is reconstituted I would have far less misgivings about the situation. The gardens themselves are being replanted entirely on the dime of foreign mercenaries paid by some Matriarch Bvetin I understand. The various military forces have always brought chaos with them but some do at least bring safety or reconstruction. That's always been so for our endlessly besieged city. A framework for them to interact with us without forgoing our sovereignty is most certainly in order."

Watchful eyes

Otto huffed as the armor healed like flesh, "Just our past rearing its head. We came from a reality of constant war. Imagine that daemon infestation occurring every day on a great deal of worlds. A constant threat of death and destruction from all sides where few that are moderate survive long. It hardened the Imperium's heart when they confined the Emperor to his throne no matter how much they said it still burned. Now the heart of the Imperium has come back. I think the ecclesiasty might want to prepare for the eye of the Emperor which must see all the power they took from him in his absence. He didn't seem like the pompous sort like Gaia when I saw the Emperor from afar in Genesis."

He looked up at his weapon that had taken to cling to the ceiling pondering what might happen in the future now that the Emperor returned from near-death.

"I wonder if your emperor would meet with our Emperess?" Asked Nefertari "Also l must ask what is a daemon?"


Down below a dropship landed and from it came General 13-7 in person flanked by her guards. She walked up to Bristol " You are one of the few running I can respect." She said as she was handed a megaphone speaking into it she said "People of Terra I bring grave news... Solinus City has fallen due to the fighting of the Imperium and the Shadow legion. Even though the Imperium abandoned the city after the Terran Liberation Army works hard even now to find survivors of this disaster. While the Imperium leaves the people of Terra to die We true Terrans work to bring peace and closure for the victims and their families. Too many of our people have fell to the Imperium's wars but a vote for me will see an end to the shedding of Terran blood for a foreigner​'s war. All hail Terra! All hail the Liberation!"

As the People gathered in the Main Entrance, a all too familiar figure came walking up dressed in his Commissarial uniform. The hero of the Imperium, Commisar Ciaphas Cain has returned once again and took the vox radio from the substitute speaker before speaking into it.

"I heard that people were calling for me, expecting me to drop some important business while I was busy in another dimension dealing with undesirables. As you can see I am here, and to the Terran Liberation Army. You must be another person running, tsk...tsk...tsk...You want to know something 'General' with no real name. We are making efforts to continue to oppose the Shadow Legion, for those that cry out that outsiders continue to spread this war it lies in the fault of you people. To the Terran Liberation Army, for the Shadow Legion have been on your very planet for possibly centuries or millennium. They have had many opportunities to oppose the dragon while it slumbered, while its armies were weak and meager. But you all remained ignorant of the threat, to let it grow into this point." Cain soon gave a small smile with his hands to his side.

"You want to know what I think about all of this? I say that the Terran Liberation Army was too inept at their duties, to be blind to their own ignorance at a great threat which slumbered when efforts could have been made to prevent this situation in the first place. We did not start this foreign war, the war was aimed at you all before we even had a chance to even arrive. It is good that you save the survivors, the people left behind after the battle but you know...You came in at the very last steps of the battle, you come in without even fighting to defend what remained of the city, what little surivors where left while you all were sitting around doing nothing. We of the Imperium stood against them to prevent even more people from being consumed, mind, body and soul. Was it you of the Terran Liberation Army who fought and spilled blood to protect your own people? Where were you when their cries were first heard? Where were you when all those other invasions came and you hid in the shadows too afraid to save your own people! A vote for me, will be a vote for protection. No more worrying about an invasion force slipping into orbit without any opposition, no more watching as armies invade the city and demolish it to their hearts content, no more worrying about if you will be the next one to die painfully and horribly and pondering if your soul is ripped from your body! A vote for me! Is a vote for a great future for this city!" Cain soon handed the man the radio as the whole Imperial line erupted in cheer.

"Well spoken sir, I brewed some tea while you were speaking." Jurgen soon stood by his side and handed Cain a cup of Taunna tea and took a sip from it. "Thank you Jurgen, just doing my part for the Imperium and nothing more. It is much better than being in that dimension." He simply replied as he eyed general 13-7.

"If you want to paint us in a bad light, prepare a speech beforehand. It helps when you need to make a point lest someone else uses that and tears it down with ease." He laughed to himself as he drank from the cup as he handed Jurged a stack of papers no doubt information delivered to him before he arrived. He already had a hard day, now he expected his day to get more heated up in talking and speeches.

General 13-7 so wished she could just snipe this prick and get it over with but no this is how democracy works....

" No I'm not one for fancy speeches and honeyed lies. You care nothing for the people of Terra you care only for your pride and to have the name of your Emperor lauded over the whole Galaxy. You swoop in play the hero then have your fancy parades leaving the broken families of Terra to fend for themselves while you and you emperor reap in the glory and spread your name like a cancer over Terra.
You want to know where we have been all this time? I will tell you! We where the farmers, the 9 to 5ers, the common people you left in the wake the ones who again and again had to bleed for you and your emperor's glory. We are the ones who said no more. We trained we built and now we rise to be the protecters of Terra. A force of the people for the people not a force for it's own Glory."

"So true to being soldiers of the people, well I am sure the corpses of the people you truly shed tears and sweat for appreciate your efforts.' Cain let out a grim chuckle before drinking his tea.

"If we wanted to lie to you all, then why go through all this effort to organize this election. To continue to shed our blood for this planet? For the sake of a small sweet lie? Just so we can just give glory to the Emperor from our continued sacrifices just to inflate our pride and ego?...Trust me General 13-7 we care as much for the people as much as the next person. Remember the evacuation during this volcano disaster? Which fleet was the first to begin ushering civilians to safety? Thanks to the efforts of the previous mayor he had thoughtfully provided safety during times of crisis and we of the Imperium ensured they were reinforced for any more disastrous events. Thanks to us, civilians casualties were kept to the bare minimum, and what about the man who created the Elysium drug? Oh, we chased him to another dimension. He may be dead, or somehow unholy powers revived him after we executed him. A criminal will be a criminal. I see that you did great work trying to bring such a notorious man to justice."

"And I have to say, are we truly the ones responsible for the deaths of the civilians? Were we the cause of their blood being shed? Is it not the fault of those that invade this city? Oh wait...just because we are outsiders means that we cause all the little destruction in your vision of patriotism. Oh I am so sorry, maybe if we were not here I was sure when the next invasion comes they are certain to spill less blood as they encounter a less sizable force to focus their efforts on. Forgive us for making defensive points and quickly evacuation the civilians to safety and going forward to engage the enemy buying time for non-combatants to flee to safety. Oh, my deepest apologies general...your wise knowledge truly shows how far you have gotten." Cain gave a mock bow before standing up and drinking his tea.

"More tea sir?" Jurgen asked as he noticed the commissars cup getting empty. "Thank you Jurgen, my throat may get parched as I continue this verbal assault against such a worthy foe." Cain sarcastically spoke before turning to face the general as hi tea was refilled once again.

"If all our pride and glory was truly lies. By all means please back up your words with evidence. I am sure you can refute these pieces of footage." Cain soon looked over at Jurgen who handed him a few Holoslates. "Here I hold the footage of our men as they valiantly fight against the Shadow Legion, against that unknown fleet at one point which outnumbered and outgunned us two to one. I am sure you can easily say these videos were forged, all this fake evidence. Oh! Maybe you could speak to the survivors voting on our side...oh wait, you would say we mind controlled them and are just 'being evil outsiders' as usual. A shame really, but then again...I am sure someone with your wisdom could easily counter my evidence that we are simply violent outsiders that go to war so we see this cities destruction some more." Cain smiled as he drank his tea. Bitter, just the way he liked it.

or at the very least no one is talking to me

Peter looks around. It sure was kind of those people to pick him up, but he already finds the memory of who brought him here fading, strangely.

"Huh."

He stares up at the archway, admiring it in it's grandiose size and structure.
He shakes his head. What am I thinking? I don't have time to marvel at architecture. I'm here to find somebody... If they were even real.

The memories of that vast plain of wheat or grass, he can't remember which, are already fading, and he struggles to remember.

A set of faces suddenly come into recognition, his mind remembering them, even as details have faded.

Moon... Moon something. Waves in Moonlight? Nah, wait... And the girl, Ha... Haze. Yeah.

He clutches his steel-plated temple, the leather gloves gripping firmly onto the metal surface.

Why... Why does it seem so distant? Was it even real? Or... A dream?

He suddenly finds it hard to breath, and scrabbles his hands at the seal of his helmet. As he removes it, he takes a deep gasp of breath. He's never felt uncomfortable in his armor before, but he feels very claustrophobic all of a sudden.

"F- Fuck, man. What's going on? Why-" He stutters to himself. He's never felt as out of place as he does now, with all the people around him.

The ground begins to spin around him as he turns in circles, staring at everyone around him. 30, maybe 40 people. Some of them, as he sees them dissolve into mist for a split second, then regain solidity, as if they weren't really there.

Peter shakes his head. He can't focus on this now, he has things to do. He puts back on his helmet, not bothering to seal it, and takes a deep breath of the filtered air. Lord, man. You gotta chill out. Take a step back, and let the business end take over.

He laces his fingers together and stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.

Alright. Time to get to work.