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Golith Shadowsun

Master Scion of the Sanctum Draconis, Commander of the Obelisk of Sorrow

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Oborosen

Description

~Golith "Shadowsun" Du Urdon~



:Bio:


Name: Golith Du Urdon

Age: 4,081

Height: 7"10in

Weight: 386"lbs

Gender: male

Race: Draconian



:Appearance:


Physical Description: Golith stands more then a heads height over the others of his clutch and to further the proof of his higher born blood. His scales shine a liquid chromatic color in direct sunlight. Like many of his race, possessing a thick, scaled body and vestigial horns. Golith's body gives off a visually traceable aura that physically effects the world around him. His eyes are deep orange in direct sunlight, while shifting to a vibrant reflective yellow in low light environments. Other then those defining traits, Golith is physically indistinguishable from the other Dragons of his caste.

As a member of the Sanctum Draconis, Golith dresses in the robes of his order. Long sanguine faded robes, that reach from the edge of his neck and drape lightly on the floor at his feet. The middle of the robes back is framed with two Draconian horns, that touch both edges of his shoulder blades. Under his robes, he wears the permitted attire of all practitioners of the Sanctum Dravonis. Twin laced, heavy corded clothing, that holds tightly too the body and offers minimal protection.



:Abilities:


Physical strength/fortitude: Every member of the Draconian race is capable of extreme feats of strength, due too their tightly packed muscle fibers and extremely dense bone structure. This lends to their intense physical weight as well, despite how tall and thin their frame can appear to be. Like most reptilian races however, they are capable of quick burst of regeneration. This does require an certain amount of physical recuperation afterwards. They also possess lungs positioned in a cluster of four, that also possess a methane filter.

Enhanced Senses: As a reptile, Golith is capable of seeing in different color spectrums, including low light, by adjusting the film of irises over his pupils. He can smell different flavors in the air by tasting with his tongue and drawing it back into his olfactory receptors. His body is not only able to pick up minute sound fluctuations, but his body can receive subtle vibrations from the ground and air as well.

Dark matter manipulation: Due to his high mental aptitude and psychic powers, Golith is one of the few members of his race that possess the ability to manipulate dark matter on a metaphysical level. Creating various effects on the universe, utilizing dark matter. His power is limited through normal effects and if he needs to focus more power behind the dark matter, he needs to dedicate more concentration to its operation.

Will of the Great Dragon: As a scion of the Sanctum, Golith is able to manifest powers directly channeled from the Great Dragon. This power is believed to be the all consuming power, from the original creator of the Draconian race. It allows for the creation of effects and events that can only be described as miracles, owing to the metaphysical power of virtual acts of god.



:History:


Golith was born one of eighteen in his clutch and was under most pretenses, the runt of the group. Before hitting maturity, his horns and scales had yet to fully form. Leaving him with an undefined crown and a dull, grim, shade to his covering flesh. However thanks to his heritage, he was known as a scion in waiting. Because in the years that followed his season of maturation, his horns broke, his scales gained their luster and his body grew with a great vengeance.
Though his mental prowess was there before he even managed to reach those years, showing more promise then many of the last that came before. This coupled with his breeding and the urging of his family was what drove him into the leading caste of Draconian society. After only a few short centuries, Golith had won his way to the top of the social ladder and even managed to make some allies along the way. Though he was born in the vast years after the loss of his races home world, this has not effected his determination to make a life for himself and enjoy it, all the way to the bitter end.

Golith has held his position for over a thousand years and has remained in control of the Obelisk for just as long. His command of the ship and its inhabitants is second to none, but the queen herself. Who even though he has never met, still wishes to meet one day and possibly foster a lasting relationship with the throne in the end.



:Armory:


-The Obelisk of Sorrow-
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History:
The Sorrow is one of eight ships constructed in the years before the Draconian, were forced to abandon their home world. In this sense, this is the reason the ship bears such a melancholy name and the reason it is one of their most prized vessels. Being how old its parent race is, the ships age is just as indeterminable as theirs and the make of its construction, renders it difficult to analyze.

The ship has spent countless years in both, the reaches of dead space and the furthest depths of the void.
As with all the ships formed in the later years of their home worlds fall, The Sorrow is far more different from the rest of its dock brothers and is armed for different reasons. The ship itself sat out the destruction of its home world from a slip in the void, close enough to see and record the event. This was originally the planned ideals for the vessel, but as the years drew on and events unfolded. Other modifications were added, aside from being a full world ship, capable of holding nearly a worlds worth of civilian life. The ship can now produce its own material for survival, produce its own machines and replicate nearly every other necessity needed for comfortable living. Almost twenty thousand years into the ships service, a new power source was installed. Though many on boar do not know what the power source is, it is hinted that in order to install it, an entire solar system was made nearly lifeless as a result. For its lengthy stays in the void, the ship possesses a massive suite of cryogenic banks. That have now been modified to hold other things, aside from the usual Draconian looking to have a few decades pass her by.

For the last thousand years, The Sorrow has been sitting on the edge of dead space. Peering into the universe, in order to find caches of technology left behind by the Draconian race. After a source is located, they would gate in and quickly take back the cache. This course of action leaved very little chance for anyone to notice them and even make contact. However as the master of his ship, Golith has sometimes taken liberties with his rights and interacted with other races from time to time.

[enter]:Structural Hardiness:[/center]
The shell of the Sorrow is constructed from Uru, an ore that only occurs in the depths of dying stars and only in limited quantities. Its properties allow it to keep the ship protected from the vast hardships, of combat and the void. Uru in is processed form allows it to absorb and contain various forms of impacts, both from energy and physical means. Even going so far as to draw on the dark energies of the void, as they prove to do very little to the ship in truth.

Length: 12.4 thousand, kilometers
Weight: Changing Variables
Creation: Before galactic standard record.
Composition: Verdian particles, Crystalline resin, Uru ore, Precious metals/gems.

[/b]:Battle Capacity:[/b]

Though originally not designed as a war vessel, The Sorrow has been continuously upgraded over the generations. Allowing it to handle whatever problem an upstart race may bring to bear against it. Much of this technology stems from the the Draconian's understanding of the void and dark matter, allowing the ship to literally tear holes in the universe. This effect can be recreated on the scale of a pin point, all the way to the size of a small world.

-dark matter weaponry-
Many of the turrets and weapons born from this technology fire charged, coalescing orbs of dark matter, suspended in a gravitational field. Instead of causing damage on impact, the projectile has the power to chew through nearly any matter presented in front of it. While the targeting computer, ensures the projectile does not travel too far beyond the original target.

-rail weaponry-
Weaponry usually used for firing on larger objects from a great distance, or for putting rounds directly to targets planet side. Rail weaponry channels a chunk of raw matter through a barrel, accelerating its mass with a mix of gravity and magnetic manipulation. This however usually depends on the ammo of choice that is being fired. This method ensures a long range, devastating impact from the projectile and the mechanism is capable of charging the round with energy. However the technology allows each round to be fired with an impact weight disproportional to its size. This allows a round with the characteristics of a simple paint chip, to be fired with the impact strength of several atomic blast piled upon one another. This does mean, that the mechanism firing this round, would experience a recoil equivalent to such a launch.

-battle command-
Throughout the years of collecting different species, either from subjugation or rescuing. The ship has several complements of soldiers from other worlds. These soldiers can be delivered onto other worlds and enemy vessels using the ships gating system, or even transported through other means.

:Main Cannon:


-The Sorrows Gaze-
The Sorrows main cannon is a beam of void energy, projected across the whole spectrum of dimensional space. Originally this weapon was used to fight other races super weapons, from the safety of the void. However the weapon is capable of being fired from normal space and is the only weapon in the ships arsenal that possesses the power to punch through worlds. Displacing and obliterating matter in its path, while projecting a field of null space along its path.

This cannon is not placed on the same axis like many other ships, instead its firing point is situated around the ring of the Sorrow and can be fired from any point on its surface. Even going so far as to fire the beam in several different directions, by breaking it into smaller projections.

The impact ration could be equated to two planetary bodies colliding.

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Golith Shadowsun's Story

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~Golith~




In the darkest edges of dead space, there sat a dreadnought of immense size and strength. A vast stretching ship, bearing little light and life, out into the void that is the space beyond its flesh. This ship, known now as the Obelisk of Sorrow. Waits for the whim of its master, who sits deep within its shell and contemplates his next action. Within the main, sits a grand placement of stone and mortar. Years beyond its home and nature, framed by large pillars that stand in support of the a center throne. Which is sat upon by the master of this vast house and power.


Golith sat upon his throne, listening as music played over the full voice of the great hall. His robes drapped upon the seat as he lay there in recline and whirled a large whine glass in his left hand, with his other rapping his nails across the arm of his chair. The space beyond his own seat of power, occupied by the bodies of several other Draconian officials, waiting on his word. His head lifts for a moment and the music calms, as if by cue. "Is the message of a same origin as our beacon?" Several of the officials chatter quickly between one another as a voice calls from somewhere on the ship. "Yes, master."

"It appears that our scans have shown the planet to be under occupation, several ships are easily recognizable from the archives and others are variations of older models."
Golith smirks for a moment as he raises the glass to his lips and drinks the whole of its contents down, handing the empty glass off to a pair of small hands that appear next to him. The figure rushing out from the shadows of the ship and retrieving his glass, only to return there just as quickly. Its form in nor way comparable to those of the Draconian race. A few of the officials stand froward and protest as he stands and flexes the tension from his neck. "You cannot seriously be thinking that we should go to such a pathetic place, our secrecy is utmost and paramount. By order of the queen, we are..." The man stops as Golith's palm flashes out towards him. His shimmering, scarlet scales flickering in the dim lights of the ships interior, as he waited on his masters words.

"I consider it foolish of someone to think they can decree to me what the very word of our revered queen should be. I assure you, that I know exactly what our queen intends for us to do." The official kept his golden eyes fixed on Golith as he was being stared down upon, as if this moment could end his very existence. A feeling that grew more intense as Golith walked towards him, his clawed feet, clicking across the heavy stone surface. "We have always been in the very depths of history and even the most advanced of these creatures, can only glimpse the smallest truths about us."

"My decision is final and any form of dissuasion from anyone, from here on out will not be met lightly.. am I understood?"
The official and those surrounding him begin to nod feverishly, as if nearly shacking their own heads off would prove a deeper loyalty. A small form comes darting from the shadows once again, this time more into view. Its body is akin to something humanoid, but its body is small and lithe. With very little clothing and white flanges of fur, its body appeared to nearly glow in the dim light. Looking almost like a bipedal rabbit, in its form and stance. The creature bore strange feminine features that would betray its sex, were it not for the scant amount of clothing.

She runs up directly to Golith's thigh, to which she barely could raise her own head above and produce another glass of whine for her master. He took the glass from her small hands and rubbed his other hand over the back of her ears, causing a small audible swoon to pour from his pet. He sat himself back down as the female thing, ducked back into the darkest corners of the ship, awaiting its masters beck and call.

"Navigator.." He questioned after a quick sip of his whine.

"Yes Master?" The voice returned, resounding from all ends of the ship.

"Set your course for the dark side of the moon. We shall make ourselves known only when necessary and scan the planet for our beacon, for the time being at least." He leans back on his throne as the lights begin settle and a deep hum emanates from within the massive hulk of a ship. "Preparing to gate in 3.. 2.. 1.."

The mass of the dreadnought begins to hum and glow as the tip of is hull, pulses a deep dark green against the ebb of the emptiness of space and a point of light begins to open. A void of light rips open in the fabric of space and the ship lurches forward. Its body instantly pouring out into real space, just as quickly as it left. Pulverizing smaller sections of debris and rock as it folded into the shadow of Blackrocks distant moon. Even going so far as to obliterate several old surveillance satellites in the process.


And just like that, the act of gating the massive ship through vastly uncountable light years of space. Had taken no more then a moment to finish. Golith sat on his throne for a moment with his glass still pressed against his lips as he spoke. "Its strange how that never fails to set me at ease."

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Renegade Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Dierk Jung Character Portrait: Bryn Magus Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Cinder Rose Valentine Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Brandon Killman Character Portrait: Torger Bodin Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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The CIC of the Esteem was what could be described as absolute and utter chaos as the Data world flashed in. The shipboard AI was taking readings, while the CIC Crew were moving from station to station. Through the Chaos, Éclaire Hanley was standing in silence as she contemplated her next move.

The Underlundians finally threw in their response, evacuating the people who had requested aid and refugee status. The Admiral paused a moment.

"Empress Mirana, I know who you are. Respectfully, I request you update your star charts to prevent further diplomatic incidents like this one from occuring." She said, looking to the Data-World on her DRADIS readout.

"I'll allow you to proceed, since it appears you've already taken them aboard your vessel; ensure that any Anti-Aschen guerillas that may have slipped by are handed over to Imperial Custody." Hanley then turned her attention to the Data-World

The Moon sized object was massive, but the tactical scenario moved through her mind. She was confident that Imperial forces in the system could engage whatever it was this thing was that invaded this star system.

"Ma'am, we're receiving a communication from the alien construct." Lieutenant Quinn reported. Hanley offered a slight nod, before she looked up at the large display. "On screen."

She turned her attention to the message, an audio transmission from the large construct. Her mind continuing to consider the tactical scenario as she awaited the reply from the Underlundian fleet. Other things had now taken priority.


"It is about time I got a word in, you mortals sure like to threaten first and listen second. Anyway this is Data World Arkvaes, you know that giant new blip on your scanners? I am asking you all to an in person conference aboard my vessel. You can find docking instructions in your ah... what is it called now, email? Yeah, your email. Oh and I should mention that the refugees should not be harmed if you want me to be happy. That comes with perks too, like pastries and sunshine and little furry things."

The Admiral stared at the screen in consternation, her mind racing before she turned to the shipboard AI.

"Initiate singularity strike, signal the fleet to enter combat formation omega, all ships are to enter combat readiness in five centons." Hanley ordered, while the AI Nodded.

"Acknowledged." She replied, before Hanley turned to the tactical display, speaking another order. "Send my reply." She said aloud, and the Data world would receive a transmission from the Esteem.

At that moment, Hanley replied through an audio channel to the Data World Arkvaes, her tone was stern, and her words carefully chosen.

"I'm not entirely sure who you are; or where you came from. However one thing is for certain, and that fact is you're in the sovereign space of the United Aschen Empire. That means I call the shots; not you." Hanley said flatly, as her AI spoke up.

"Initiating primary Singularity protocols, preparing to deploy the Singularity cannon."

Hanley nodded, before she continued "I don't want a conference, I don't want to talk. I'm going to issue you a very stern order. You are trespassing on sovereign Imperial space. You have exactly ten centons before I construe your presence here as an act of hostility, and your construct is engaged and destroyed by this fleet, and your actions taken as an invasion and subsequent act of war against the Empire."

The message was transmitted on a wide band, and the Esteem, along with the rest of the Imperial Aschen fleet began to move into combat position, taking a wide line several hundred thousand kilometers across. Sagittaron and Gemenon class cruisers taking the front lines, bringing their Turbo-disruptor batteries to bear. While Athena cruisers, with their intense long range Thunderbolt missiles entered coordinates to load and deliver a lethal salvo of Naquadria enhanced fusion warheads that were capable of destroying an entire planet.

The Esteem however was preparing a lethal punch, with a Singularity strike authorized, a solid slug of neutronium, a material forged in the heart of a neutron star was being loaded into a specialized magnetic acceleration cannon. Here the neutronium would be loaded into a specialized graviton chamber; and collapsed into a singularity before being hurled at the Data-world. This weapon was one of the most powerful in the Aschen arsenal, and in the years of it's service no one has ever been able to mount a defense against this impressive piece of engineering.

While this was underway, the Aschen Fleet began preparing it's own defenses, gargantuan hard-light fields capable of repelling an impressive amount of ordinance.

The Esteem was preparing to take out the Data-world in one well placed shot. While her powerful shields and Duralthene armor were capable of shrugging off even the most powerful of blows.

While the Aschen fleet prepared it's attack against Arkvaes, the anomaly on the dark side of Blackrock didn't go unnoticed.

Several subspace transmissions were moved in real time between the Imperial Fleet's battle net, and a Watchtower that was recently established within the Blackrock System. The Watchtower itself was a massive, heavily fortified installation. It was also equipped with extremely sophisticated sensors capable of detecting even the most minute spatial ruptures. Though Golith's ship itself wasn't detected yet, it's entrance into the system was.

At that moment, the Watchtower transmitted a coded bit-stream message to the Esteem.

"Admiral Hanley, this is Watchtower B-6, we've detected unusual spatial acticity on the dark side of the moon, we've signalled the Fleet of Inner Knowledge, and the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance to investigate the anomaly, they will arrive in one Millicenton, We'll activate FTL Inhibition arrays once they've reached the Star System."

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Renegade Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Dierk Jung Character Portrait: Zee the Wise Character Portrait: Bryn Magus Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Cinder Rose Valentine Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Brandon Killman Character Portrait: Torger Bodin Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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Kyrian Vox

When the planeswalker heard the response from the Aschen Fleet he pinched his nose and sighed in frustration, then spoke into the comm link once more but it was more to himself than to Hanley. "Aschens still haven't changed. Alright I will play your game for a while." He really didn't care about the Aschen's at all as long as the refugees got out of the area safely. If he had to distract the Aschen Fleet to do that than so be it. Although from his Dark Web sensors they had quite the payload of firepower in the current age. He would more than likely have to pay them a visit on their capital world and talk with the higher ups. They should at least train their armada to learn how to use the weapons they were given instead of shooting that kind of firepower at something like a Data World.

Kyrian did not even make a flinch to move his ship, and when the barrage from the lesser ships came at Kyrian they met opposition of a subtle design. Data World Arkvaes protected itself in this situation, rapidly "growing" it's consciousnesses out to 3 miles from the surface of the ship's outer hull. It's consciousness became more complex and altered the magnetic field around the Data World to become strong and repellent in nature, it's shape becoming a converse spatial field as well as change the nature of the field to affect both negative and positively charged molecules equally. The magnetic field's shape altered the path of the missiles and energy based weapon attacks to follow the flow of the magnetic lines and literally go around Data World Arkvaes where they flew off into space and would eventually fizzle out. A secondary field was created behind the magnetic one, this field instead becoming particles of Hard Light making a visible mesh field around the ship to take the pressure of anything that might have exploded prematurely.

The Singularity was a lot harder to avoid for Kyrian, but he did have a plan in place for it. He activated the Data Worlds travel applications which immediately made the fields go down to conserve energy. The entire ship began to fade into the Dark Web, it's entire form becoming pure black, and eventually it disappeared completely from view, his comm link no longer showing him but a number of marbling colors in a sea of chaos. The Singularity was still a 3rd Dimensional form and could not touch the 4th dimensional structure that Data World Arkvaes had become by joining the Dark Web. As the singularity passed by the Data World became 3rd dimensional again, fading into existence as Kyrian's comm transmission came back online as normal.

The planeswalker was drinking yet another cup of coffee as he addressed the Aschen again. "Now I will ask you again, do you want to talk this out or shall I put you in the corner to think about what you have done?"

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Renegade Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Dierk Jung Character Portrait: Bryn Magus Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Cinder Rose Valentine Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Brandon Killman Character Portrait: Torger Bodin Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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Jacob looked at.....Mirana? She had told off the scary fucking voice that that threaten to murder everyone. Who the fuck threatens a person just because your in there territory? Back on Dread, immigrants were accepted due to..."harshness of there old homes." That's what it said in the codex, or....basically the UCNs constitution. Mirana looked back at him. Her eyes were still the soft pity eyes as before. Her statue hasn't change even due to the... situation at hand. He turn to her, still standing, with full Power armor on. "What in a fever dream was that....." He asked, clearly confused. Everything was weird now. Aschen? Who the hell were those guys, better yet, who the hell was the Underlandians? Jacob needed answers. "I have 3 questions." He said respectfully. She still had an aura of authority that demanded respect. Better not to piss a intergalactic empire that could squish you. "First off, who are you? According to your message, your names Mirana. But want to know the story. Second, Who are the Aschen, and why did they threaten with death? Third. Who exactly are the Underland, and were are you takeing us?" Jacob asked. He looked around waiting for a response. The bridge was a treasure trove of tech. Advanced A.Is, computers, everything. If he were to bring this back to Dread, nothing would stand against the UCN. Not even those Kameron Slavers. He was aw struck, and for once, his face showed it due to his helmet being off. He looked at the empress again. Her skin was pale....and fair. Nothing like anyone on dread. People there had...growths, and highly tanned skin. No one was pale. well, except the "Bunker" Dwellers. Though...most of those guys never saw the light of day.

Back in the cargo bay, the miners and scientist, and of course the soldiers were helping to keep each other comfortable. They had no idea what was in store for them. All they could do is wait, build, and keep each other company. A Ghoul by the name of Gamer, wearing black pants and a white greasy shit, was fiddling with a wide range radio. He was a rank 4 technician in the UCN, one of the best. The radio burst to life, with relaxing, but triumphant music to show for it. He turned to some of his friends, and said in his gruff, strained voice "Lets get this sucker hooked to a few of the speakrs, and party like its our last day.....wait...were not on Dread anymore. Ok, like its our last day alive." Gamer got to work on hooking the radio to UCN speakers. The other miners quickly joined in. Using make shift brewing stands to make alcohol. The soldiers made sure no one was going to hurt anyone. They wernt going to join the miners. The radio played throughout the cargo bay. Nice old school rock music was playing, and alcohol was a prevalent smell. Not a heavy smell, for only a few of the miners were drunk. But it was a lght smell neither the less. The soldiers stood by, ready to end the party on a moments notice. They didn't know if alcohol was illegal or not on the ship. So, they made sure to be ready if they said stop. Funny how they are taking orders from unknown beings.

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Lance DeBrinn Character Portrait: Renegade Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Dierk Jung Character Portrait: Bryn Magus Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Cinder Rose Valentine Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Brandon Killman Character Portrait: Torger Bodin Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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From the emptiness of space that wasn't too far from the action, a spark in space became visible. The spark was tiny and barely visible by the naked eye. Slowly, surely, the spark was growing in size. Bit by bit, more detail began to show. The outer bright purple ring that seemed to expand faster with every second. The circular shape it took. The vibrantly black center that seemed to move at it's own will. It looked like a sideways black pool was forming.

The spark grew and grew until it was the size of a man. Then it stopped. At first, it appeared that nothing was happening. All was calm. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of the pool, stepping onto the foreign land of Blackrock for the first time. The figure wore...a lot of white. White, close-fitting, but not uncomfortable slacks with a white blazer to match, on top of a surprisingly plain yellow t-shirt. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle was to be found. Even his shoes, as white as the majority of his clothing, gleaming as if they'd been military shined. A flash of sunlight reflecting revealed a gold ring on his right ring finger, though it was anyone's guess on it's significance. Looking up, a young boy-ish looking face would be there to greet them, yet he was nothing of the sort. Blonde hair and electric blue eyes that seemed to vibrate the senses, they merely matched his 6 foot 5 statue and his aura that reflected power and intimidation.

Lance DeBrinn was simply stunning.

The now revealed portal closed behind Lance, leaving him alone with his stature. Lance put away what appeared to be a cell phone device, lifted his arm to his mouth, and pulled back the sleeve, revealing a "wristwatch" of sorts.

"Dr. Burkton, I've made it to...wherever this is..." he spoke calmly and calculatedly with a monotone voice.

Some typing could be heard, then: "Ah, yes. You are in the Multiverse Universe, according to my documents." The voice sounded young and polite, yet a bit scraggy and bright.

"The...Multiverse Universe?" Lance appeared puzzled. "But, aren't we all already in the Multiverse?"

A slight chuckle could be heard. "Oh, no, no...well, I men yes, you are. You are in the Multiverse Dimension within the Multiverse itself."

Lance sighed, "I'm confused. Can you please explain?"

"Gladly. This dimension is what a universe would be like if it was, in itself, a Multiverse. Instead of the universes existing across dimensional barriers that need to be crossed to traverse into other dimensions, this universe is it's own Multiverse, containing all the universes, but putting them in one expansive world. Does that make sense?"

"Well...kind of."

"Don't worry. You'll understand in time." A pause. "Just explore around for a bit. Try not to get yourself killed...but I'm not worried about that. Keep the Dimensional Device safe."

"Got it," Lance went to put his wrist down, but remembered something and brought it back up. "Do you have any gear you want me to test while I'm here?"

"Not quite yet. I'm almost done with something, but I'm still working out kinks. I'll let you know when I'm sending something through the Transicom."

"Kay, thanks," Lance reached for his belt and pulled out what appeared to be two tiny black rods. Twirling them in his hands, he pressed a button on one of them, smiling in satisfaction as the Haven Sword appeared to form out of thin air. In fact, it formed from the Carbon in the air, building a structure of Carbon that made it two levels harder than diamond. Transparent with a gold tint, the blade was double-edged and looked weak since it was rather thin, but it was not a weapon to underestimate as it could probably cut through any material man could make.

Lance pushed the same button, letting the Haven Sword return to it's "sheathed" black rod state. He would use them when he needed them. Right now, he needed to figure out what was going on. Lance looked around, trying to find any forms of life.

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Renegade Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Dierk Jung Character Portrait: Bryn Magus Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Cinder Rose Valentine Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Brandon Killman Character Portrait: Torger Bodin Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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~Golith~




Golith drummed his fingers across the arm of his throne as several other officials mulled about he floor away from his position. Taking note of several lights that popped up and gave warning. They would approach panels on the floor, that beamed a holographic pedestal in front of them. Interacting with this projection, they could affect and adjust things from their perspective and Golith just watched from his seat as they did so. While they spoke among one another and discussed, proper lines of action.

The strange creature had returned to his side once more and was now holding a small silver tray with scattered treats set on its surface. Golith would reach forward and take one, eating in with nary a word between him and the strangely laprinial creature. Though from time to time, he would caress the top of her head and she would swoon as she did before.

The creature was barely the size of a normal human and clad in strange clothes. Thick leather bindings that encased a majority of her head and chest. As well as heavy silver bangles that wrapped both forearms and thighs, causing the dim light to reflect at awkward angles from time to time. Her feet were digigrade, boasting a separate section of lower leg, adding too her look of appearing nearly rabbit like in nature. A single thin strip of cloth covered her sex, shielding what little modesty there could be had in that kind of outfit. As well as a thin buckled collar that held snug around the neck. Both, appearing to be the same color as Golith's own robes.

As he smiled with a small sense of delight at the treat he was offered, several small lights glint across his face and he recognizes this as the navigators dial to contact him. "Yes Navigator, what is it?" The same familiar voice chimes in quickly.

"Master, I am detecting several ships relocating towards our general position. Intercepted subspace contact reveals them to be ships drawn a detection of our gating procedure. Golith smile widened as he heard those words and responded. "Well, its good to see that they have at least advanced that far. What do you have on those ships?" He returns as he shits to lean towards the front of his seat.

Several small chirping beeps of an overhead light, no longer in length then a second pass by and the Navigator returns. "It appears to be two separate fleets master, registered in their archives as both the Inner Knowledge and Righteous Vigilance. Both containing nearly seven thousand ships together, with a mixing of grades from within their sphere of technology." Golith pays attention too his Navigator for long enough, that his strange pet is berating herself of his hand. Mewling as she brushes against it, like a placated cat. "Nothing salvaged from us I take it?"

"No master, I appears they may be at the cusp of seeing us, but not grasping. The only vessel that poses some threat, if any, would be Gaia's child." Golith rolls his eyes for a moment as he wrestles his hand from the grasp of his pet, shushing her as she gives a plaintive reach for it in return. "Prepare for a full sweep of the entire system, search every nook and cranny.. leave nothing unseen, from without and within the void. The Navigator complies, charging up the Obelisk pulse array as it now prepares to fire off a vast, mapping pulse of multi-wave energy.

One official makes his way towards Golith's platform and speaks. "The ships will be rounding the crest of the moon soon, making it possible for them to see us. That is, if one of them is happening to be looking out a port hole at the time." Some of them start to laugh at the thought and another official chimes in. "Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if their ships still run on a fossil fuel, or coal for that matter." The laughter builds for a moment before Golith waves a hand to dismiss their banter and they all shut their mouths collectively.

He sits back in his seat and speaks "Navigator, on my mark. Fire the pulse... and.. Mark." No reply from the Navigator was needed, triggering the ships pulse was called and delivered. From outside, the whole of the ships hull shined a vibrant yellow before the light burst outward. The resulting force was enough to permanently mark the moons surface with a crater, growing several thousand miles in diameter and pushing a wave of debris across its surface.

The wave visually vanished after several kilometers, but its effects could still be felt and the approaching ships inertia dampeners were jostled with a stiff kick. The now visual absent wave carried out through the vast reaches of space, filling and mapping every section of every fiber it touched. Even advanced systems, were jostled for a moment, when their receptors were hit by the pulse in turn and it quickly rummaged through their systems. Grabbing up information like a ravenous fire, set in the midst of a forest of dried kindling.

Golith looked at a holographic console that extended from the arm of his throne and looked as banks of information spilled onto its screen. Diagrams of ships, their names, their crew counts and their crew names all became listed. Even more private data became available on closer inspection as blood type, brain chemistry and physical health were all cataloged. The listing carried over too the planets as well, mapping just as much detailed information as possible and growing as the wave continued.

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Renegade Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Leia Nash Character Portrait: Dierk Jung Character Portrait: Zee the Wise Character Portrait: Bryn Magus Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Cinder Rose Valentine Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Brandon Killman Character Portrait: Torger Bodin Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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A pair of ethereal eyes watched Kyrian closely, though whoever was watching could not be perceived, the planeswalker was being studied intently. Aside from the feeling of being watched, nothing else seemed to occur.

----

The defense that the Data world exhibited would have performed admirably against the Singularity Cannon if the weapon had ever actually fired. However there was a charge time between when the charge was initialized and when the weapon would be fired. Hanley had also given Kyrian Vox a ten minute warning to vacate their star system.

In reality she was biding her time, waiting for the elements of the Fleet of Inner Knowledge, and the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance to filter in system before the FTL Inhibition array was initialized. This would prevent the Dataworld from leaving the third dimension, and make it vulnerable to the Aschen when they did decide to open fire.

The final elements of the two new fleets jumped in system, flickers of spatial energy signalling their arrival one by one, Aschen forces nearly fifteen thousand ships strong between the fleets of the Imperial Defense Force, the Fleet of Inner Knowledge, and the Fleet of Righteous Vigilance.

Hanley checked the clock, before the shipboard AI spoke up.

"Unidentified energy surge coming from behind the moon, additionally, the Underlundians have evacuated the Xenos."

The Admiral made a face, before she once again opened a transmission towards the Data World.

"I don't care about the refugees, I care that someone decided to waltz some giant battlestation into Imperial Space. I have to consider the defense of the Aschen People above your wants and needs. I have no desire to board your ship, nor do I have a desire to interact further unless you can get off your high horse and interact with us in a meaningful manner. As of now however, you have demonstrated yourself to be a threat to the Empire. It is my job to ensure that threats to the safety of the Empire are neutralized." Hanley spat before she terminated the communications.

At this moment the Imperial Defense fleet maintained combat readiness, weapons locked onto Arkvaes and poised to fire. However the Aschen fleet did not fire a single shot, at least they won't yet unless Kyrian continues to provoke them further.

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As the obelisk like vessel fired off it's pulse array, it's crew would find that the wave washed harmlessly over the shields of the approaching Aschen fleet, and as a consequence would be unable to attain information within the shield itself, or intrude on any of the shipboard systems.

Each individual Imperial Aschen ship was protected by a vast swathe of electronic countermeasures, sophisticated AI systems, and skillful defensive coding. Even if the strange pulse somehow managed to get through the shields and interface with the ship's systems, the Obelisk would get minimal information from the Imperial vessels, publicly available information such as ship names, service histories, crew counts, basic schematics and capabilities, command staff, port of origin, and some rudimentary information on the Aschen Empire itself.

Information that revealed the Aschen Empire as powerful, advanced, and extremely ruthless, but diplomatically approachable if a few protocols were followed.

However classified and private information remained obscured from this deep scan by careful AI Protection, Golith was able to see only what the Aschen allowed him to see.

The Tria was a different matter entirely. Reality itself lensed as the wave approached it, and washed harmlessly around the strange ship. Golith would recieve nothing with his scan from this mystery ship. Only visuals could discern roughly what it was, and perhaps lend to who built it.

The energy wave was hardly felt by those on-board, but registered by the shipboard AI's of each vessel. Whom subsequently informed the ship commanders, and the approaching Aschen fleet began to go into combat readiness.

At that moment, 50,000 kilometers away from the strange Obelisk vessel, a ship unlike any of the Aschen vessels flickered in out of nothingness. It's angular, ancient construction contrasting with the sleek, bulbous design of the Reverences, and the robust, intimidating designs of the Iconoclast ships, and other newer ships of the line.

This vessel was the Tria, an Alteran ship constructed nearly a million years ago, and having withstood the test of time to be one of the Aschen Empire's most valuable assets.

Orlin McGregor, seated in the control chair of the Tria along with his crew let his mind consider this vessel before him, before a neural link opened up a communications channel.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Rear Admiral Orlin McGregor of the Tria, I see you attempted to scan our fleet. Please identify yourselves and state your intentions immediately. Orlin stated, as the Tria began it's own scans on the alien vessel before it. Deep penetrating scans that were designed to look for life signs, analyze the power source and drive systems. In addition to comparing it to the vast database the Alterans had kept.

While this was underway, Orlin's mind formulated a tactical scenario, and the ship eagerly began to respond, it's powerful shields raised as it approached the alien vessel at combat speeds. While this was underway, Orlin allowed his mind to wander, as his highly advanced mind considered the very nature of the universe, and reality itself became pliant to his will. Amplified by the Tria's neural systems, the ship appeared to distort the fabric of reality around it.

The remaining two Aschen fleets held back around the moon, their systems locking on the Obelisk one by one. Orlin however had transmitted specific instructions, to hang back and allow the McGregor to attempt to make peaceful contact.

Hanley's fleet continued to monitor the situation, with Claire refusing to answer the transmission from Kyrian, as her shipboard AI was addressing the newer threat on the other side of Blackrock.

The crew of the CIC of the Esteem were still tensely watching DRADIS Scans of the Data-World, while some were watching linked scans from the Tria, and the other two Imperial fleets.

The Planck field was also erected by the Watchtower, which meant that all forms of Dimensional Shifting, Teleportation, and FTL travel would be impossible within the influence of the field, and it would be required to escape at sub-light speeds before teleporting out.

Hanley on the other hand was still quite stressed, the shipboard AI was providing readouts of the large sphere's defense systems, and with the capability it demonstrated to phase in and out dealt with by the Planck packs, perhaps Kyrian would be willing to listen to reasoning.

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Kyrian Vox

When the mysterious ship sent out it's scan across space, Kyrian was astonished. It was so similar to the Data Worlds own scanning technology that it was probably alike the rest of the world as well, and could get past the shields. Kyrian didn't mind however, and even unlocked all of the data storage units for recorded data. Inside the data banks of Arkvaes was a near endless supply of information gathered about the entire multiverse, and other dimensions even. The eons of information went back further than most people realized, having existed since before the multiverse was even a figment of some gods imagination. The extreme multitude of information could only be stored even in a ship the size of a small planet through extra-dimensional Dyson-ring storage. Not only was this Data Worlds information stored here, but a quantum connection to the other remaining Data Worlds allows even more information to be accessed.

When the scan hit Arkvaes all this information flooded the ships computer systems all at once. Even if they too had a quantum storage unit to hold all the information there was almost no way they could open up enough bandwidth to take it all in at once. Along with the information was also a section on dormant super-viruses of history and by downloading the file the viruses would be released into the systems at one time. There was even a small chance that the mysterious ship, know having all this information would "grow" it's own consciousness, like Arkvaes itself.

Kyrian however was interrupted by the Aschen sending him a rather rash ultimatum. Kyrian's temper broke and he turned to the transmission, cutting the commander off mid-sentence. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? How dare you call Arkvaes a "battleship". This is the greatest library in existence, older than this entire dimension! You should be ashamed to have even pondered about shooting at it. Do you even know what would happen if this ship was destroyed? You ignorant humans even called in the entire Aschen Fleet didn't you? And now you are being watched, your nation is defenseless against it."

Be "it" he was of course referring to the mysterious ship which had just scanned them. Kyrian shut down the computer banks so the Aschen scan of his ship wouldn't pick up the same thing that the mysterious ship had from his systems. That is, if the Aschen scan could even get through his ship's consciousness. Their scan of the Spark within Arkvaes would read like a strong living being. Their scan of Kyrian himself would yield his genetic structure was almost human, yet he was immortal and had a strong aura of will around him. They would also note his nerves were degrading from the consumption of large amounts of caffeine.

It was about now that Kyrian felt another magic user entire the area. He entered from another dimension if Kyrian could feel him correctly, and immediately Kyrian wished to meet him. It was rare another planeswalker, artificial or natural, come into contact.

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Character Portrait: Imperial Defense Force Character Portrait: Mirana Character Portrait: Éclaire Hanley Character Portrait: Kyrian Vox, Keeper of Arkvaes Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Righteous Vigilance Character Portrait: Aschen Fleet of Inner Knowledge Character Portrait: Orlin McGregor Character Portrait: Golith Shadowsun
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~Golith~





The great hall of Golith's ship lit up as they were accosted by the arriving vessel and he looked on with trepidation as its form was displayed in a clear visual view. Only for a small smile to grace his face again as the outline of the ship evoked memories long thought gone. "Navigator, is that what I think it is?" He asked with a measure of expectation in his voice.

"I must apologize, but no."

"The vessel may appear somewhat familiar, but I suspect that is just a by product of what they did to make it their own. However the pulses sweep is relaying the ships imprint and void shift as well. It does indeed contain technology ablative to our own, however the jumble of both hardware and software are somewhat puzzling."
Golith motioned towards his pet with a slow gesture and she ducked away into the shadows as he stood to walk towards the visual display. "Who knows, they could have gutted the original ship and poured more then enough trash in their to ruin every inch of its credibility." Before finishing his sentence, the strange creature had returned with another large glass of wine. An act that seemed near comical, with how the glass appeared in size compared to her form.

As the navigator handles all the information sent and received by the pulse, she comes across the data feed coming from Vox's ship. Only to have a chuckle slightly break out over the hall as it escapes her. Golith raises an eyebrow as he questions "Something found to be funny?" There is a slight droning sound in the distance as she decides to respond. "Nothing actually, more trivial then bothersome.. The data cores archive is open to us and some interesting, albeit slight information was found. Information on specific planes-walkers and some details to fill in gaps we had on the farther flung dimensional breaches. Also, a virus was found in the data.." Golith cocks his eyebrow as that information reaches him. Knowing full well that was not usual for the kind of beings entrusted with such a ship, that or Gaia's choice in pilots was slipping.

"It was meant to.. unlock me, at least that is what is written into its code. The AI in charge of running the ships subroutines is lacking, or at least suspected of being faulty." Golith nods at the handling of this information and takes a sip of his wine. Only for an official to turn and speak "A transmission sir, its directed towards us. Emanating from the ship that recently arrived." He nods back at the official as a sign for him to play whatever message it is and he is rewarded with the message being played across the great hall.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Rear Admiral Orlin McGregor of the Tria, I see you attempted to scan our fleet. Please identify yourselves and state your intentions immediately"

A smirk grew on his face as Golith listened and kept an eye on his pet, her head jutting from side to side as the voice played on. Each ear bouncing along with each inflection of the admirals voice. He returned his eyes back to the officials in front of him and smiled broadly " Well, at least he said please.. we should give him the benefit of the doubt in that case. Nothing beats a good chat at least."

"Navigator, audio feed only"

No response from her is necessary, while the officials talk between one another and debate. Golith seats himself once more after walking back to his throne, only for a small tone to be played across the hall. His indicator that a communications link was now open with the Tria.

Golith thinks for a moment as he tries to recall how to speak to outside sources, an act he has not done in nearly a thousand years. "Well, Admiral McGregor."

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I am Master Shadowsun of The Obelisk of Sorrow, we are here on a retrieval mission.. nothing more. Just some lost travelers, picking up some old.. lost.. trinkets."

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A soft breeze blew across the desolate space, whipping sand particles against the former Ordan Guardian's face. He felt the grains on his skin, but remained nonreactive to their slight sting. Looking back, he noticed how quickly the footsteps he'd made not a few seconds ago were carried away within the gusts. No matter, he decided. There was always a Plan B.

The further he walked on, the more boring and intricate the landscape appeared to him. The same dull colored sand. The same slightly colored rocks. A scrap of metal here and there wasn't enough to catch his attention as he figured it to be a lost technology from ages ago, the remnants buried in the sand while the legacy it propelled carried on in newer generations. The sad part was all advanced species, no matter how complex in nature, tended to forget where they came from as they enthralled their livelihood in visions of the future. More often than not, it led to their downfall.

There were others who thought differently, who focused too much in the past and keeping the traditions that brought them to their current point. Yet, they have no direction to move afterwards, leading them to fall into a cyclic pattern of routine, never to advance from their current state. It was just as important to forget the past as it was to remember it.

It still amazed Lance how often he kept balance in his life. He'd grown a lot since the day he'd met Rachel, but the one thing that remained constant was his perspective on how the Multiverse should be considered and treated...delicately. It was not a life form's place to change the current condition of the world they lived in for the sake of changing the condition. It always led to something bad. He thought of the destroyed world of Kaos, the conquered world of Earth, the Ordan way of life spreading across the dimensions like a plague disguised in perfume. And it sickened him to have ever associated himself with them. But at the same time, he felt blessed to have ever been in their presence, for he would not be the person he was without them.

Lance looked up for the first time...and cursed himself inwardly at not thinking of doing this sooner while he stared in awe on the outside at the congregating fleets miles above him, presumably in space. Not moving or daring to look away, he brought the Transicom to his mouth.

"Burkton, do you still have that soundwave magnifying device?"

"Well, I haven't worked out all the bugs and stuff. But I have made it to where you can pinpoint where you want to hear the sound from. You still can't hear radio transmission sounds however. They still come through as static. And you will get a very broad base of sound. if you're trying to hear into a bar or something, you're better off just walking into it yourself. In all honesty, it would work the best in space."

"Perfect, I think that's what I need. Can you Transicom it to me?"

There was a pause on the other line. "Are you sure? I mean I won't be able to Transicom you anything for a while after that. And you have no idea what you're up against. What if you need a weapon or tool or something?"

"I'll be fine," Lance reassured. "There's nothing happening here where I'm at. It's all above me. And you know how I use these Haven Swords."

"Alright. I'm just warning you."

"Appreciate the concern, mate. Just take care of everyone on Ryon."

Suddenly, a blue beam shot out of the Transicom and stopped two feet from Lance's face. A ball of static showed in electric blue in front of him. The artificial figured began to take a shape, the discombobulated entity slowly lifting it's veil to reveal...a bluetooth-like device. Lance pushed a button on the Transicom and the bluetooth device popped into reality, using the atoms of the planet to form itself. Lance popped the thing into his ear, turning the three knobs in the bluetooth to triangulate the position of the audio to be heard.

"...Obelisk of Sorrow, we.....................mission...nothing more. Just some lost ................"

Lance was having a hard time trying to get a perfect pinpoint of the conversation to be had, but at last, he could hear everything crystal clear.

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~Golith~





Golith stays there for a moment, leaned back in his throne with that relaxed look on his face and an expectant rise in the corner of his eye. Wondering why the ship had yet to respond and why the ridiculousness of this situation is continuing.

He leans on one side and speaks above himself, directing his attention too his Navigator. "Are you sure they got the message? Or did they butcher that beauty too much when they salvaged it?" Several slides of images pass the viewer in front of him as he looks on. "I have no inclination at this point, I believe they may be debating among themselves at this point. Or entirely occupied with how much is transpiring off from the planets atmosphere."

He raises his glass once more as the apathy gets too him and he leans on the other side, reaching down to pet his small friend and she keens right into his palm, like always. The console lights up and the Navigator chimes back in "As for the cache, I am ready to retrieve it. All is required are six drones and I can gate the whole section into the hold." Golith checks as he slides past several screens on his console and nods as she speaks. Looking towards several of the officials in front of him and they quickly respond by freeing up the drones for departure. Which the ship dispensed in quick succession as they were launched from the port side. The six, dark, crystalline, orbs proceeded to fling themselves off into the darkness. Careening around the edge of the moon, bypassing the other ships and slipping around their shields perimeters.

The drones, flew off towards Blackrock at a fantastic cruising speed.

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((Apologies for taking so long, work has been kicking my ass; and killing my muse))


Orlin elected to allow Admirals Hanley, and Nash to handle the incursion with the large Data-sphere while he decided that he himself would handle these newcomers.

The Alteran vessel floated silently, as Orlin took a moment to consider his reply. He was searching the vast Alteran data-banks for records pertaining to both the alien vessel in front of him, and the alien vessel facing off with the fleets on the other side of the planet.

Finally Orlin's mind keyed up a reply, directed to the The Obelisk of Sorrow before him.

"Be advised, that this is the Sovereign space of the United Aschen Empire, as a diplomatic courtesy to a new species, we have opted to take a diplomatic approach to this situation; the alien vessel on the other side of this moon has not been as cordial, and will not receive the same courtesy." Orlin replied, his voice carrying on the wide band transmissions.

"To that end, i politely request permission to come aboard, to make your acquaintance personally, initiate further first contact, and inspect your vessel. It is standard procedure for the Aschen Empire for new vessels entering our space. As ugly as this sounds It would be prudent to secure our cooperation if you're here to retrieve anything." Orlin replied, hoping that further contact would enable the Empire to further understand this alien vessel.

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The Data-world would likely not be so fortunate, the Imperial fleet began to consolidate their positions around the Data-world, weapons came online one by one, while shipboard AIs exchanged contacts.

Admiral Hanley considered her next move. The Tria was making diplomatic contact with the alien vessel, which was now known to the entire fleet through a live data-feed. it was considered in the hyper-threaded calculations of hundreds, thousands of individual shipboard AI Systems working in unison.

Kyrian's response drew an assorted bout of snickers from Hanley's CIC. The greatest library in existence? Older than all dimensions? Such a notion was impossible, and only seeked to further offend whatever strange entity was observing Kyrian.

Though it's presence was felt, because it allowed Kyrian to feel it's presence. It elected not to reveal itself, rather it observed the planeswalker's actions.

Hanley simply glanced up at the clock display, and replied.

"You have five minutes to vacate this system before we open fire."

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Kyrian Vox

The Planeswalker was surrounded by too many beings to take in all the information at once, he felt the ships rather than saw them through the conscious beings aboard them. The situation was puzzling but he knew one thing he had to do, and that was get a one on one discussion going. The first step was to get rid of Data-World Arkvaes so it would be out of harms way, even though it could regenerate itself from almost any damage it would take a long time and Kyrian would have to have to deal with that. He pressed his hands to the surfaces of the ship below him and began to meditate, getting in sync with the ship's onboard "Spark" and began to chant in a sad, slow language. He had forgotten to close communication channels so the Aschen's could hear him.

As his chanting continued his emotions poured out, as only a sad person could channel the energy he wanted to use. A distressed heart that he let go, and his magic began to work. The ship vibrated in waves from Kyrian, the movement of the ship becoming higher and higher frequency and even started to eminate sounds of the vibration across the Dark Web. Slowly the ship started to glow and shine, getting brighter until it looked like a star, and then vanished entirely, it's frequency becoming higher than Light, and changing dimensions because of this. Kyrian floated in space for a moment after his ship disappeared and let himself cry the last of his tears, his breathing now shut off and his body protected by photon shielding automatically in place from a strap on his arm.

As Kyrian pulled his emotions together he honestly didn't know how to change this situation. The Aschen's were being difficult and fool hardy in their regulations and protocals, they knew nothing of negotiation. The planeswalker's emotions changed from sadness to pure anger at their ignorance, he wanted to destroy them all for being so young and naive, but that wouldn't help them. He calmed down quickly and sat there in space where the Data-World used to be, meditating and hardly even breathing as he sought a solution.

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~Golith~





Golith wrings the edge of his chin as the information comes through and nods, as he can see the others in front of him sharing words. Ensuring that this could possibly be on the up and up for some reason. He snaps his fingers and within an instant his small pet is there to answer, as if his word was her's to hang on. He takes the bottom of her jaw in hand with the cusp of his palm and speaks. "I think we may be having guest this evening.." As if by response her flesh goes flush with a lightened pink color and even though her face was not visible, one could see the brim of a smile through her bindings. She bounds for a moment as Golith stands and moves from his seat, which she snap up into. As if she were a cat, perched on the place of her master. "Open a complete link for the admiral, I wish to give him the full picture."

He sets his glass on the arm of the throne before stepping away, as a small drone lifts from the console and centers on him as it begins to broadcast the image it sees. Letting the image piggy back its way on the signal they are feeding too Orlin's own vessel. An image of him standing a midst the center standard of his ship, several feet in front of his throne with the smaller creature lounged behind. "Outstanding.. I do understand your own standing in this matter, besides I think the problem with the child of Gaia is going to complete itself." He leans his head slightly as he is shown the data worlds presence shift out of phase, into another dimension. "I am willing to entertain guest at this time, though I will tell you here and now that neither you, nor your alliance can make such a claim too us. We are sovereign unto ourselves and have been for some time now. I am willing to bring you aboard anytime you wish, be it ship, or other means." He points, motioning for something to happen behind the scope of the video feed "You will be receiving a transmission for our docking procedures and a location for energy, matter transportation. Or if you wish, I could bring you aboard myself.. if that is satisfactory?"

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Orlin nodded before the neural link carried out his next order. The coordinates were processed by the ship's computer system, and then relayed to Orlin via neural connection.

The Imperial Admiral didn't react to the alien sight before him, rather decided to transmit his own image so that the aliens before him could see what to expect. A rather unremarkable man in the dark grey Imperial uniform. The way he carried himself, and the way his eyes looked hinted at genetic engineering, or some kind of greater human evolution.

"I will transport myself aboard, standby." Orlin replied, before his mind triggered the command.

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At the designated coordinates, there was a brilliant flash of light, and an audible pop before Orlin appeared. Matter-stream transportation technology was not widespread throughout the Empire, but the Tria had been modified with the technology to allow ease of transit for it's occupants.

The Admiral was also unarmed, save for the singular disruptor pistol holstered at his hip, and an odd earpiece that he wore around his left ear, It was some kind of mental amplification device. It served a double purpose however, and was put in place to shield the man's mind from prying telepaths or empaths.

Orlin let his hands smooth the creases of his uniform, the crisp dark greys contrasting with dark blues, and the glinting pins and medals of his station.

He awaited a welcome part.

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Though the Imperial fleet dropped it's alert status when the Data-world disappeared, Hanley continued to remain vigilant.

The sensation that Kyrian was experiencing of being watched, vanished as soon as the Data-world disappeared.

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~Golith~




A nod returned to Orlin as a small gesture was given to cut the transmission and continue.

Golith took a moment to straighten his robes and adjust himself for the strange diplomatic meeting that was about to take place. His little pet took her time as she knelt behind him and did as he did, straitening and pulling out the creases in the tail of his clothing. Only to step next to him and raise her head to him, ready to receive his small praise. Which she received as his hand graced the back of her head, causing her to stand on the balls of her feet and pressing deeper into his palm.

All of the other officials were quiet about what was transpiring, save for one. A familiar face stepped forward and spoke his mind, albeit out of turn. "Master this is highly inappropriate, allowing such a young race on the ship and openly conversing with them is not at all according to the laws of her majesty." He pulls his head back for a moment when Golith raises a hand to his face and cuts his eyes at him, in a fashion that looks as though it could cut him in half. "The next time you feel inclined to inform me of my own conduct, then I suggest you hold your tongue. Because if you do not, I will have you sent headlong into this systems main star.. Am I made perfectly clear?" The question at the end was less a question and more an observation of events to come. This makes the Draconian rear his head and give a stiff, scared expression, that is short lived. He chooses to swallow his pride, along with any other objections to what it was that Golith was doing.

Golith raises his voice lightly and speaks to his navigator. "Be ready to give our guest a direct shot to the temple and I will meet him there in a few moments." There was a very short pause as several of the consoles in the room flickered and she responded "It is done." Golith nodded as he focused himself and his eyes began to shine an ambient glow of sapphire light. The pet, eagerly clings closer onto Golith's side, as if a child hugging the side of their parents waist and within an instant, the pair flicker out of existence. Encompassed in a quick spinning orb of dark matter, that vanishes along with them.

Several moments was all it took for Golith and his small follower to appear in a large open room, though from the looks of it, it was more a place than a room. The make of this place was that of an older stone emplacement upon the edge of a terrace, forming a massive ring around a center obelisk. Flowers of multiple ranges sat on the edge of the ring and shined a brilliant array of colors, thanks to a source of light that hovered in the distance. The structure was crumbling at one point, but the roof had been removed and cleared away. Only leaving six pillars holding nothing aloft, left to frame the full measure of the ring. The obelisk in the center was formed of a glimmering ivory stone, its three sides covered with a measure of ancient writing. However, the writing did not cover its whole form and the bottom half of two sides remained blank.

Golith looked on as his pet danced around in the light of the false star and stretched herself out on the stone floor. He lifted his head as the light basked over him and his eyes adjusted slowly.

He looked on towards the other side of the ring as Orlin's form materialized in from his own ship and after he adjusted himself, Golith gave a slight bow. "Let me be the first to welcome you commander Orlin, to the temple of bonds." He raised his head as his pet began to approach Orlin, a noise akin to sniffing could be heard from behind the bindings that made her mask.

Golith approached slowly around the center obelisk and crossed an open hand over his chest, a form of greeting for him and his people. "I must properly introduce myself, I am Golith Du Urdon. Master of this vessel and its crew." The pet at his side proceeded him, dropping down to all fours and advancing slowly as she began to circle the commander. Golith took a moment and snapped his fingers, pointing to his side and she quickly returned. "And this is Pesha.. she is always cautious with newcomers."

From commander Orlin's ship, the can still read he is on board the Sorrow, however his position is puzzling to them. As if his person was occupying a space between decks.




The draconian probes settle above the atmosphere of Blackrock after their quick trip and begin to scan sections of the city below. Sending all of the information back about the cache below the surface of the planet and what means they could use to retrieve it. Their actions bathed the ground below in intense sessions of light as they scanned the ground from one corner to the next.

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Orlin took in his surroundings with a mild curiousity. His icy blue eyes moving along everything before him. He surveyed the writing for a moment. It was of course unrecognizable to anything he had seen before. The language, and the ship he was on was as alien as anything else he had come across. He was maintaining an active mental link back to his own vessel, which drifted like a silent guardian waiting for it's master to return.



Though the modern Aschen language was based on a much older language. Orlin was fascinated by the strange writing that adorned the obelisk.


An example of modern Aschen writing, derived from the much older Alteran language.


Orlin kept intently trying to decipher the writing in his mind, until Golith, and his pet made their appearance. Orlin immediately brought his attention to the pair before him.

They appeared alien to him. Then again Orlin had come across countless alien species through the course of his career.

"It is an honor to make your acquaintance. I am Rear Admiral, Orlin McGregor, Supreme commander of the United Aschen Empire's fleet of Inner Knowledge." He said, before he looked around for a moment.

"Your vessel is most impressive, it doesn't fit anything we've encountered before. I must admit, though. The universe is a big place. Which brings me to inquire, where are you from? More specifically, what do you call yourselves? For example, I am a human, an Aschen human. I was born on Langara, our home world." Orlin said, holding up a small holographic projector. This projector displayed a small image of a binary planet orbiting a main sequence star.

"You must have come a long way? What particularly are you looking for? Our preliminary surveys of the planet when we conquered the Isirian Civilization did not show technology matching yours." Orlin said calmly. "Then again, we weren't really looking."

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Kyrian Vox



Kyrian had finally decided on what to do at this point. He was finished thinking and it was time to act, which was ironic because his plan was essentially to do absolutely nothing. It however began with a fast motion, Kyrian turning into plasma and shooting off towards the largest Aschen ship he could find. When he felt the shields were close by he stopped and became flesh and blood once more, his shielding system keeping him alive with his mind poking at the Aschen ship's sensors and raising a proximity alarm. He could be seen drift upside-down past the frontal view of the Aschen, waving as he passed by and hoping they would send someone to get him shortly.

He had given up for the moment, but it was more of an experiment. It was said that a civilization could be judged by their treatment of criminals, and so he would put the Aschen to the test. To see if they were worthy of being recorded in Arkvaes. As he was captured and detained he put up little resistance, just enough to give the Aschen's a hard time. He didn't bother using any kind of energy, as he knew even the Aschen could never fully suppress a Planeswalkers freedom. Using magic would only make it more taxing to free himself later, and put the Aschen on a more defensive stance.

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~Golith~




Golith raises his hand as if letting the Admiral know that it was okay to stop the tirade of bridging arms. Though the look on his face was not one of dismissal, or over bearing judgement. He simply looked on at the ashen official and smiled for a moment, as Pesha began to shudder slightly, as if she were laughing behind the mask. "Its okay Mister McGregor, we know more than enough about the Sol system and its inhabitants. Hell, we knew about your race before the invention of fire... isn't that right Navigator?"

Several screens pop up, circling the outside of the ring and the ambient light of the area dims like an artificial sunset. Multiple screens depicting earth in its early years and shifting as an advanced form of time lapses by, followed by images of early man and the generations that followed. Many of which that lead up to the industrial era of mankind's formative years.

"In the last recorded years of viewing the race known as man, or by their dialect, known as homo sapiens." Golith takes this moment to look down at Pesha and as if a small conversation transpires quickly between the two and he taps her on the head with his hand, causing her to blink out of existence like they did before. He returns his eyes too Orlin as he rights himself.

"We are called the Draconis and you deal Admiral, are the third of your kind to meet one such as I. Ours was one of the first races to exist in the universe, though thanks to book keeping, we don't exactly know who was the actual first.. go figure am I right?" He laughs for a moment as he lets the irony set in and another blink of energy pops Pesha back into the circle. She has a large covered tray with her, held out in her hands as she grips the handles of the side. The ground mishapes as a section of stone extends upwards and she places the tray on, suspended between the Golith and Orlin. "Might I offer you something to drink? Our system has some interesting wines stored in the replication units and I would feel less then a good host for not offering." Pesha removes the cover and there are seven small glasses on its surface.

Golith pets her on the head once more as she back away from the trey. "As for what we seek, it is a cache of technology that one of our sister ships left behind during our exodus. It may also be good that you couldn't see it to begin with, they are equipped with some rather nasty countermeasures and I don't mean a simple explosion countermeasure. I mean say goodbye to your planet countermeasure."

The lights raise once again and the Navigator chimes in shortly after.
"Master, the probes have targeted and isolated the void pocket. All is needed is your authorization to transfer the singularity into the hold and expansion may begin." Golith waits for a moment as he looks out into the void of the area around them. As the ground that extends from the edge of the stone rings, disappears from view somewhere below his position.

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Orlin remained fairly calm, quieting as the figure before him raised his hand. Orlin offered a slight nod as he listened to the explanation that had been offered.

"Strange." Orlin thought to himself. "Sol System?" The Aschen Admiral asked, confused as he tilted his head slightly. "I beg your pardon, but we are not from the Sol System, we're not from Earth." Orlin corrected, gesturing to the screens depicting the planet earth.

"I'm familiar with this planet, but the Aschen do not hail from here." He said, handing his counterpart the flickering holocron that displayed the image of the galaxy, highlighting a star system that the Aschen called home. 10,000 light years in the Cygnus arm.

"We come originally from a planet called Kobol." He said. "I'm not sure if you call it something else, but we evolved there, and then settled earth for a time later. The Aschen people have not been to earth in some time; the planet is lost to us." Orlin explained.

When Pesha disappeared to fetch the wine. Orlin looked to a small holographic icon of his vessel, mounted on his wrist, before his mind interfaced with the vessel once more, trying to pull up information on Earth.

"Fortunately, Master Du Urdon, this world is not of very much value to the Empire. It's a desolate rock. I am certain we won't mind you recovering your technology, contact is more valuable anyway." He said, before he offered a frown.

"My vessel has informed me our unwanted guest is still harassing the Imperial Defense force, I am sure Admiral Hanley has it under control." He added.

"So you're one of the oldest races in the universe. Legend has it, a race called the Seraphs are the first evolution of Sapience. I could be wrong, however." Orlin admitted.

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The Imperial Defense fleet remained stationary, as Kyrian made himself available for capture. Admiral Hanley didn't hesitate, and he was brought aboard the Esteem. Almost as soon as Kyrian was brought aboard, the feeling of being watched likely returned.

A Pair of Marines, surrounded by a trio of War Adepts moved to restrain Kyrian and take him prisoner. Inside the Hangar bay, while Admiral Hanley approached from Tram level two.

"You have caused quite a stir in our fleet." Hanley said flatly, as she gestured for the Marines to release Kyrian.

"What is it you want." She said flatly.

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Kyrian towered over the other humanoids, so he had to look down at them and and was starting to hurt his neck. He said nothing as they took him through the ship, giving him the opportunity to see what kind of technology they had. It seemed rather advanced, as far as modern tech went anyway. He preferred the ancient tech of his own dimension, but it would be a while before he got to see it again. Currently he was wearing simple black jeans and a matching long sleeve sweater, but curiously no shoes. His hair was just as dark and messy, long enough to reach his chin if it was straight down. Overall he was a handsome average man at first glance, but his silvery eyes showed his true age and worn out soul.

When he was taken in front of Hanley he bowed to her first and foremost before answering her question. "Well, you would know that already if you had paid attention to me at all. Now I really don't feel like telling you, but I guess lives are in the balance. That black ship you so eagerly wanted to make peace with is not to be trusted, that race has it's own agenda beyond what you mortals can comprehend. It would be useless explaining it to you, but if you don't want to trust me I won't blame you." He waited patiently for Hanley's response, almost tiredly with half hooded eyes that swirled like silver pools reflecting the light around them.

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~Golith~




"Transfer authorized.."

Golith looked on as Orlin returned with the knowledge of his ancestry, though the response did not surprise him. It was not the first time he was wrong about something and it was most likely not the last time such an event would come to pass. He smiled though has the information came piling in, though his knowledge of the this world was somewhat lacking. He did know enough to see through too an apparent reason why the ships systems mistook him for a human of the planet earth.

"Well, it is good to see that I can still be wrong from time to time. If I were right all of the time, life would be supremely boring. Coincide this, would you please Navigator?" A stream of light swipes across the device on Orlin's arm, the beam being so intense that a buzzing feeling was evident on the appendage for several seconds after. The hologram is shifted from in front of him, to replace the display circling them and it becomes evident that the image is being overlapped with a massive display of the Draconian database, concerning that part of the universe. The process was filling small gaps in the historical information and though it only took around fifteen seconds, the display itself was informative. "Recorded and archived for further use Master, the biological structure of this race matches that found in the Sol System by a factor of 98.221%. The missing calculation is artificial in make, though it could allow for their survival on this secondary world." Golith leaned his head back with a slight wince in his features.

"You and your Uninvited Guest, may be closer in origin then you possibly realize. Though Gaia and plenty of the other creating races do what they wish with other species, I suspect you might just be another one of their damned experiments. Well.. this also explains how you gained possession of such a wonderful vessel, I am completely ecstatic about this whole event however. Despite what my, compatriots would have to say about this ordeal." A screen slides up on the display, showing the surface of Blackrock and the beacon that was the hidden cache of tech. Which quickly vanishes and disappears from the display. "The singularity is on board Master, destination for dead space has been set in and we may return when you command." Golith nods as he looks over several of the other screens.

Golith approaches Orlin slightly, not bypassing the boundary of the tray between the two of them.
"It has come to my attention, that my people have been absent from the galactic play for too long."

"Oh and yes the Seraph were an early sapient race, not long before us. However there were six more before them and another three before those as well. It was juts a matter of who could erase the other more quickly from universal memory, sadly only a few managed planetary travel before the fighting began."
Golith reaches forward and takes up the darkest glass in his large hand, downing the contents in one swig. "Hmm, a little tart, but I do like the hint of berry."

"I suggest a small alliance for the time being, as my people will be diving back and forth through this section of the galaxy to retrieve the other beacons. However if you come across any other members of the Draconian race, I suggest you keep your distance. Several of the other Scions are rather touchy when it comes to other races, meddling with their duties."

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On board the underlandian vessel, in the cargo hold, the party had stopped. The only movement was a few drunks, and a few scientists asking questions to the underlandian guards. Well whatever there called any way. Th UCN power troopers were mostly tinkering with there power armor out of boredom, along with there flintlock assult rifles. One of the techies started to work on the radio that gave the "we are safe party" its music earlier. The radio was switched to another frequency. Talking could have been heard through it.....and the radio was a two way. The techie grabbed the receaver, and cleared his voice. He spoke in a native Columbian accent (British) and said into the mic. "Hello? Is anyone there? We are the United Columbian Nation. I am Johnson Davison. Im a high ranking scientist of our government. Please respond at your leisure. We are safely aboard the....well, we dont rightly know....but they seam to be nonhostile. Were waiting for a resoponce from our president, Jacob Hothman...but thats not what this is about. We were wanting to kniw about your pasts...and your tech, if your willing to part with that info. " the scientist said hopefully. The soldiesrs glared at him. Had he just invited a possibly hostile race in? Or did this "neither space" block his signal? Only time will tell.

Meanwhile Jacob was waiting on a responce from this person before he gourged himself on highly expensive food. Better not to owe somebody something.

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On board the underlandian vessel, in the cargo hold, the party had stopped. The only movement was a few drunks, and a few scientists asking questions to the underlandian guards. Well whatever there called any way. Th UCN power troopers were mostly tinkering with there power armor out of boredom, along with there flintlock assult rifles. One of the techies started to work on the radio that gave the "we are safe party" its music earlier. The radio was switched to another frequency. Talking could have been heard through it.....and the radio was a two way. The techie grabbed the receaver, and cleared his voice. He spoke in a native Columbian accent (British) and said into the mic. "Hello? Is anyone there? We are the United Columbian Nation. I am Johnson Davison. Im a high ranking scientist of our government. Please respond at your leisure. We are safely aboard the....well, we dont rightly know....but they seam to be nonhostile. Were waiting for a resoponce from our president, Jacob Hothman...but thats not what this is about. We were wanting to kniw about your pasts...and your tech, if your willing to part with that info. " the scientist said hopefully. The soldiesrs glared at him. Had he just invited a possibly hostile race in? Or did this "neither space" block his signal? Only time will tell.

Meanwhile Jacob was waiting on a responce from this person before he gourged himself on highly expensive food. Better not to owe somebody something.

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