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Naluma Saree

The Rebellion shall prosper at her hand.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Moonscar, as played by Sennen

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Lead by Dasaliz Rauta, the Nazuan Rebellion have long since been able to delude the Supremacy, and grows stronger by the day.
A handy guide for all things Misranan.

So begins...

Naluma Saree's Story

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Floating down to land at the spaceport was a ship unlike most others.

It was, perhaps, unexpected. The vibrant blue and orange ship was distinctly in the style of one certain planet who's name was starting to gain fame. What set it out from most was that the ship was not all metal parts or the standard basic shapes of most starcraft. It was a cyborg.

A living, breathing creature.

At first it seemed to carry a resemblance to a lovechild between a manta ray and a snake for its long, streamlined appearance and a set of wide fins at the side. Once it spiraled gently to the ground, one could easily examine that the flowing fins at the side seemed gentle, almost clothlike. The cybernetic creature had a large stripe across its wedge-shaped head, which was both its eyes and the screen for the pilots within.

The creature was at least fifty meters wide, tapering towards the tail. As it landed, the tail curled in towards the mouth, creating a broad, smooth walkway.

A thin maw opened, and out of it, onto the tail, and down into the port, was a woman. She could easily have been mistaken as human, though not normal by any means. The sapphire gown she adorned, along with her auburn hair, flicked and flowed with her movements as though they were underwater. She traveled with a smooth and patient saunter. The expression on her face- that smile, her thin and angled brows, the upward tilt to her chin, breathed confidence.

Following her in darker, navy blues were guards in tight, bulletproof body armor and billowing, silvery coats. Patches on their shoulders were in the colors of the Nazuan Rebellion. Three guards exactly had belts that seemed to be made of bone plates, which ended with knives tucked safely away in button sheaths. Upon the left hip, every one of them had a Cobbler's pistol or a stolen Vis-An M-Vial pistol, a very popular brand among Calidonan Supremacists. They all wore gloves with a faint glow to the palm and fingers. Gloves that harnessed magic.

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The descending ship was greeted by a group of four guards and a spaceport representative. The rep was a young woman, with blonde shoulder-length hair and smoky blue eyes, wearing an all-white suit, with a black tie. The guards behind her were clad in black-colored armor, equipped with Omisace pulse rifles. This group, the "welcome committee", strode over to the landing area in which the large creature-like vessel had landed.

"Hello, and welcome to Rorian Grand Spaceport!" she said cheerily. She glanced over the guards accompanying the woman, nodding curtly. "If you'll follow us this way..." she said, turning and heading toward an kiosk. The woman stepped behind it, returning her attention to the arrivals, the guards standing nearby, regarding the visiting woman's armed escort.

"If you would just provide the necessary paperwork --passport, identification and docking permit-- we can have you about your business in no time! Are you just visiting? You'll love it here! Rorian Grand is a very popular vacation spot!"

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The woman smiled to the blonde-headed woman before following her to the kiosk. As she began to ask questions, the Misranan representative flicked a hand in the direction of one of the guards, who marched up to the desk and presented her with much of the needed items. Naluma Saree was the most prominent. The woman in the dress.

"We are here to speak to those in charge of political affairs." When Naluma spoke, her voice had a very faint echo that further alienated her from the rest of her company. "We do not know how long we shall be, however, we expect the meeting to be brief."

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The spaceport representative regarded the woman's statement for a minute, pressing a button on her desk. "If you don't mind waiting here a moment, an escort shall be here shortly to take you to the Palace."

In a span of around ten minutes, a spacious bus-like vessel parked outside of the spaceport, harboring a group of five soldiers clad in Mana-powered armor, armed with Omisace pulse rifles. They unloaded, walking into the spaceport, making a beeline for Kiosk 3. People stepped aside as the Knights strode through the building.

Eventually, they made their way to the visiting group. "We are Knights of the Zorocratic Union of the Xeraph," one of them spoke, "We're here to escort you to the Xeraph Grand Palace. If you'll come with us, we will take you to speak with the council."

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"It will not be a problem," said Naluma.

They all waited very patiently for the vehicle to arrive, and once the soldiers emptied out of it and arrived at the kiosk, Ambassador Naluma nodded. "Very well. Please lead the way." She gestured outward with a gentle sweep of her hand, then began to follow the soldiers where they wished to take her. Her guards followed.

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They arrived at the Palace, a grand structure of ivory color. It towered above the rest of Rorian Grand, a megalithic structure that served as a symbol of the glory of the Union. The party of Knights, as well as the Misranans, filed out of their transport, the Knights taking the lead and guiding the visitors to the doorstep of the Grand Palace.

As they reached the entrance, the Knights turned around to face their guests. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to disarm before you enter the Palace. They will be kept safe and returned to you upon your leaving." He stood there, waiting for their compliance, or refusal. He hoped these people were the reasonable sort; given the Union's troubles with other forces as of late, they really couldn't afford hostilities with the Misranans, nor could they pass up the opportunity to ally themselves with a civiization that utilized similar tech as them.

It was always good to have a friend out there, and these Misranans seemed like they could be valuable ones indeed.

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Naluma's eyes scrolled up and down the Knight that had asked her company to disarm, but with a small, understanding smile and another flick of her hand to the guards behind her, they all surrendered their guns, but not the knives that a few of them had at their sides.

"I do hope these other three will be able to enter, as well? They cannot rid themselves of the blades. They're alulan, and are born with them upon their tails. They are sheathed. Will it be a problem?"

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The Knight regarded the blades upon the three guards. "It is of no consequence. Come, let us speak to the council." The doors opened, swinging wide their towering height. The entourage stepped over the threshold, making their way to the inner chamber where the council often convened. Out of sight, there was stationed a group of Phantoms, looking out on the crowd just in case they needed to intervene.

As the entered, there sat upon a line of chairs the council of five: Bastille Klaven, the human; Vorsa Dek, the vresk; Somme Jama, the cathurian; Kishkin An'uui, the f'dellan; and Elestas vin Agra, the siqari. All of them appeared distraught, save for Bastille, as his visage was hidden by his helmet. They sat, attentive to the incoming party.

"Councilors, I bring you Lady Naluma Saree of Misrana, and her party," the Knight said before being dismissed. The council eyed this woman and her guards, Vorsa looking rather displeased as a vresk such as he would. It was not unexpected; his innate warrior spirit was rarely impressed by others outside of his kind. He sat back and crossed his massive arms across his chest.

Bastille spoke, "So, you are the guests we have been expecting." His voice was kind, slightly dampened by the helmet he wore to conceal the horrendous marring his face had suffered. "We've come to understand that you are in need of support in the campaign to liberate your planet from your oppressors. Please, tell us more." He sat up straight, eager to listen, giving her a gesture with his hand to proceed to take the floor.

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Naluma smiled at them very beautifully, holding her hands up to them as she bent her knees in a Misranan greeting specific to high society Nahatsan ladies.

"That I shall be doing. First I must thank you extensively for seeing us. We have had trouble gathering help around the galaxy thus far. For many centuries the Calidonan Supremacy, at the hand of the Triumvirate, have seized rule over Misrana. The planet was cloaked and extensive defense systems were put up to keep us locked away from the rest of the universe, as to keep the universe locked away from getting to us.

"Though people appealed again and again to the Supremacy to let us connect with those outside once more, but were denied. The Nazuan Rebellion rose from this. That is who I come to represent today. We are finished being brainwashed and kept in the dark. We yearn for our independent countries and for discovery of planets outside our own. We reach out to you, the Xeraph, to aid us. In return, we shall share an alliance and lend aid when you call for it."

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Bastille nodded, the face under his helmet unchanging and neutral. He listened to this woman's plight and understood her desire to seek aid. He was all for assisting her in ridding her home of the tyrants that plagued it. He sat back, turning his head to his fellow councilors. As expected, it was Vorsa who offered the voice of blatant concern.

Sitting forward, he addressed the woman. "And what can your 'rebellion' do for us in return if we are to help you?" he asked. Bastille whipped his head towards his fellow councilor.
"Vorsa!" he said. The brutish vresk turned in kind.
"We cannot jump into a conflict without knowing what we stand to gain from doing so! Or have you forgotten, Klaven, that our resources are stretched thin as it is, fighting off the demons on a regular basis!"

Bastille was silent. "Regardless," Kishkin, the f'dellan councilor began, "We cannot ignore the plight of a people suffering under the heel of tyranny. Or have you forgotten about your compassion, Vorsa Dek?" Vorsa sneered at this.
"Compassion. It wasn't compassion that forged the vresk name in the annals as mighty warriors, nor was it compassion that staved off the hostile entities that would have claimed our homeworld! I am rightly justified in knowing why I should throw our warriors into the fray with these 'Misranans' and their ilk!"

The room was silent. "We cannot ignore them, Vorsa," Bastille said.
With a grunt, the vresk replied, "I'm not suggesting we ignore them, I'm suggesting they tell us why we should help, or we should send them along their way. Quid pro quo, as you humans say." Their attention turned to Naluma now, put in the difficult and awkward situation of explaining herself to the hard-headed vresk.

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Naluma was not easily deterred. Even as the harsh arguments reached her ears, the woman only found her smile widening. Her hands clasped at her waist and she waited, with a wondrous, glorious patience, for the council to finish. Once they did, she rose her chin and looked directly into the vresk's eyes.

"Not once did we expect charity, Councilor Vorsa Dek. We intend to repay the Zorocratic Union in full and begin a healthy relationship, if possible. Misrana is very bountiful in its resources. If you are starved, allow us, of the Nazuan Rebellion, to aid you in supplying what you need. If you need soldiers, we will supply soldiers. Should you need weapons, we will bring weapons. If it is food, I can only hope our cuisine is not too foreign. Only say the word and arrangements can easily be made." Her hands spread out before her, appealing to the council alongside her words.

"It is fully understandable, that you might be hesitant. I will answer any further concerns or questions you might have."

Fearlessly, she stood before them, a kitten grinning to a bear.

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The vresk fell silent. For a moment. "We have soldiers and food enough to last us for eons to come, thank you very much, miss Saree. No, what I am interested in, and what my fellow councilors are too polite to say they are interested in, is the technology your people possess." He sat forward, furrowing his brow. "It has come to our attention that you Misranans are in possession of technology similar to our own. What we would like, is cooperation in further developing our understanding of the magicks. This would include partnerships in research and development, open trading, and unconditional exchange of each others' findings."

The room was silent once more, all sideways glances burning into Vorsa's person. Bastille sighed a heavy sigh. "As crude as councilor Vorsa has phrased our interests, he is right. We are immensely interested in your culture and technology. We would require full cooperation in working together to further the interests of our respective civilizations. I hope this isn't too much to ask?"

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Naluma raised an eyebrow. "That would not be difficult at all," she stated, as though it were a trivial matter. Before she continued, she met eyes with every councilor member, stopping at Vorsa once more. "However, there is a problem. The Supremacy owns a startling bulk of magitech research. They are able to purify the energy into a very fine and dangerous result. Though we rebels have done our best to replicate this process, we are having trouble doing so. Until we defeat the Supremacy, we will not be able to present you with the best Misranan research has to offer. Despite this, we will share what we have found on our own. Is this fair?"

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Her words fell upon their ears, and they were silent, looking around at each other as if in some sort of telepathic ruling. "It will suffice. Hopefully our own scientists and Sorcerers will be able to provide further assistance in aiding your people," Bastille said finally.

A calm air pervaded over the chamber. "All that is left now is for you to provide us the location of your planet," Kishkin said. "With that business concluded, we will be able to send our forces to assist you in overthrowing this 'Supremacy' that threatens you so." With that the f'dellan councilor smiled. "Is this suitable, Vorsa, or do you require further convincing?"

The vresk was contemplative for a moment, a grunt and a gentle inhalation of air emanating from him. "Fine. As long as we have your cooperation. Just know this: our warriors do not die for useless causes. Do not make us regret this decision." With that, he was finished speaking, sitting back in his seat and eying the Misranans carefully.

"I suppose that concludes this meeting," Bastille said. "We shall send troops to assist your people as soon as possible. We thank you for your cooperation and your..." he trailed off, casting a sideways glance to his fellow vresk councilor from beneath his helmet. "...patience," he said finally.

The meeting was adjourned. Now all that remained were the final pleasantries.

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"Duly noted, Councilor Vorsa," replied Naleema one last time before giving the whole council a final, graceful bow with her hands raised toward them. "The Nazuan Rebellion thanks the Zorocratic Union. Myself especially."

As she turned, her frock flourished and danced around her lithe frame. She wore her smile on the way out, as she had on the way inside, and her guards silently followed.

Like puppets on a string.

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As she turned to walk away, Vorsa leaned in closer to Bastille. "If these rebels don't turn out to be who they say they are, I hope you're prepared to face the repercussions, Klaven." With that, the vresk rose from his seat, along with the rest of the council, and left the chamber. Bastille remained, sitting in his chair, contemplating, holding his head in his hand.

'Aeons help me,' he thought gravely.

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Outside the chamber, the devilishly handsome Master Lancer of the Dragoons approached the Misranan group. "Lady Saree, I presume. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Master Lancer Alexander Steele. I'll be leading the fleet in the campaign against your planet's oppressors."

The Dragoon took a bow, placing his right arm across his chest and craning deeply. He stood back up, looking to the woman and her party. "I'm here to inform you that we will be making our course to your planet soon. We'll be taking a route through the Manasphere, and should arrive at Misrana's doorstep in no time at all," he stated plainly with a smile.

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Naluma stopped in front of the rather strapping man, but due to her sudden movement, her frock kept moving forward until it nearly consumed the man before her. Once the cloth settled, the woman bowed her head, and not at the waist, because he was lower than the councilors. "The pleasure is all mine, Master Steele. Especially since you all have been so generous as to help our cause. Could you describe to me what this Manasphere is?"

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They arrived, traveling through the mystical energies of the Manasphere. Exiting in a flash of blue light in the Onyx Galaxy, Alexander stood on the bridge of his Warhorse-class vessel; the ITV Stalwart Valor, Naluma standing near him. "And that, Miss Saree, was the Manasphere. It is a dimension from which we derive our magicks and energies. It provides a limitless supply of energy, allowing us to further our cause." He looked out upon the starry expanse, a smile on his face.

"We've developed a way to extract its energies utilizing our technology, which works in tandem with the magicks provided to accomplish, well, just about anything we set out to do, and much cheaper than utilizing traditional energy sources." Turning to her, he grinned once more. "Well, we've arrived. I hope this journey has been largely educational."

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"How familiar. The origin from which the magic energy on Celestria is much different than that on Misrana, however the use is the same," said Naluma, musing over the grand ship, much different than the cyborg ships she was used to, where one could feel the ground thumping gently as the beast's massive heart beat below them. This ship did not beat, and the floor was not as soft on her feet, but it had its own charms that Naluma took to immediately.

Once they arrived in the Onyx Galaxy, the woman could not conceal the amused smile. "How very useful. We were so very, very far apart. Two weeks at least from Terra, and farther still from the Aurora. It's been a little while since I've seen Misrana."

Indeed, the very colorful planet floated before them, locked in a slow pull around the blue giant, Zola. Around the planet there were various large satellites.

"There might be a problem. I can't introduce you as a friend of the rebellion or you might not get admitted by the Nahatsuan military. Those platforms- there's about forty in all- will hold you back. The reason we haven't been taken over yet is because of them. The Aschen tried to attack us once. We held our own until they flew off."

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"Indeed," Alexander began, "There is much about the Manasphere we do not yet understand, but that is all a matter of time. What we do know is that it is a source of unlimited energy, or seems to be, and that it is a very versatile dimension. It is, however, quite a dangerous place as well..." he trailed off, thinking to himself. Eventually, he snapped his attention back to Naluma, a smile spread across his face. "But now we need to focus on landing."

Naluma seemed concerned. "There might be a problem. I can't introduce you as a friend of the rebellion or you might not get admitted by the Nahatsuan military. Those platforms- there's about forty in all- will hold you back. The reason we haven't been taken over yet is because of them. The Aschen tried to attack us once. We held our own until they flew off."

Alexander pondered for a moment, then smiled as he faced her. "Then who shall you introduce us as?" he asked with a laugh. "Don't worry, Lady Naluma; if there's one things we are good at, it is getting to where we need to go. We could always simply send a group of Bison to the surface. THey would easily slip past any security measures," he looked out in the distance through the window on the bridge. "Unless of course, you have an idea of your own."

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"I will let you know if it comes to that, Master Lancer. For now, let me convince the Nahatsuan army that you aren't here for the purposes that we've actually brought you for. Would you allow me to hail them?" asked Naluma, clasping her fingers at her waist. "I do not expect this to be a huge challenge. Perhaps not even tricky. I have my ways with the Nahatsans."

As her own ship came into view, she waited for Alexander to either link her to the ODPs, or for them to hail the ship she was currently in.

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Alexander fired up the comms, directing Naluma toward them. "Do whatever you feel is necessary. Whatever helps us advance," he said. Looking out at the beautiful planet, he got a sense of unease. He'd fought in several campaigns, and never felt such hesitation. Something about their being here seemed improper; out of place. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Alexander had the strange feeling that they were making a mistake coming here...

However, he shook the feeling off. 'Maybe I'm just getting more cautious these days,' he thought.

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Naluma made her way to the comms, waiting for a prompt.

Once it came, the woman seemed cheerful to learn that an ustelan diplomat by the name of "Magannamus," was on the other line. That would be the extent of the conversation that everyone in the ship would likely be able to understand, for Naluma and Magannamus began to rapidly chat in Misranae to one another. There was a short pause in which Naluma threw back her head in laughter, then began the conversation again. Somewhere, her voice seemed to become more commanding, more conservative, and soon Magannamus cut off connections.

Naluma beamed up brightly to the Master Lancer.

"If you all would- we've been allowed access to the Zanzarian port! The ship I arrived on Rorian Grand will lead us there."

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To his relief and utter cheeriness, Alexander nodded in response to Naluma's guidance. "Full sail ahead, men!" he called. The Stalwart Valor eased forward, following the path laid out by the strange ship Naluma had arrived on Rorian Grand in.

The Master Lancer stood, hands folded behind him, as the mysterious and marvelous world came closer and closer. Misrana was more lustrous than he could have thought it. Beautiful architecture, landforms and sea waters painted the planet's face, affording it a glamorous appearance that mere words could not accurately portray.

In short, Alexander was quite bewitched by the sights he was taking in. His mouth was agape in awe, as if he were bearing witness to the birth of the world itself; the construct of angels that lay just beyond hi reach, and he would soon have his feet planted above those marvelous landmasses. They came into orbit, and the Xeraph could merely wait further instruction.

Alexander was growing increasingly impatient.

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The Zanzarian Port was an extremely vast city that had in its possession both an air and space port, and a sea port. It was a watering hole destination for many who were interested in visiting Misrana, but did not want to bother themselves with its war. The Supremacy did not bother itself with Zanzaria- not unless there were suspected rebels in the area.

But there was very little of that, here. At least, very little that was suspected.

The skyport was made of many different colored platforms, all of which could change colors to order the right craft to the right platforms. Many varieties of ships sailed around, most looking as though they belonged in the ocean rather than sailing through the sky. Though some seemed familiar, most would seem very alien to the new arrivals of the Xeraph Union.They were directed towards a massive, vibrant green platform that rose above the rest.

Zanzaria was something else. As the richest, and one of the most populated cities in Misrana, it had a lot to show for it. The buildings were so tall they disappeared above numerous clouds. Every building was a patchwork of other buildings- one skyscraper consisted of twelve restaurants, all by different companies, including a hotel, several apartments, and a mechanic's shop.

The higher the buildings, the more beautiful and expensive they were in design. Once one looked lower, however, Zanzaria became darker and bleaker, until one could only see shadows concealing the very lowest levels.