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Aerilon



Province of Aerilon
Capital: Gaoth
Estimated Population: 109 Million

Predominant Ethnicity: Aerilon
Predominant Language: Aerilon

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Outside of federal Aschen mandates, Aerilon's government provides little or no support for health care, education, or other social infrastructure services. However, Aerilonians accept police with broad powers to detain, imprison, and torture suspects.
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Aerilon

The breadbasket of Langara, the lush province of Aerilon is where a majority of goods are produced.

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Aerilon is a part of Dromas.


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The remaining trip to Aerilon had been uneventful, but Derek had been strict with his instructions to the foreigners aboard his vessel. The Aerilons weren't known for their tolerance of foreigners - even more so than the rest of Langara - and none of them were to leave the ship. They were there long enough to transfer the Aschen wounded off the ship, and nothing more.

The plan was to take the trio of foreigners on to Tawa, in Saggitaron, as soon as they were through in Aerilon. They would be marginally more accepted there than here. Provided they could get through the legalities and not land themselves deported back to Terra the moment they stepped off the ship.

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Two of said foreigners were currently sat in the cargo hold where they had spent much of their journey, when not exploring the parts of the Aschen vessel they were allowed access to. Dressed in clothes of Aschen styling they had borrowed from Derek, the pair no longer stuck out like sore thumbs, at least not until they opened their mouths. The Orlesian accents the pair possessed were not as thick as Arrow's sister's, but were nonetheless distinctive enough for them to be noticeably foreign.

"A wonderful first example of Aschen hospitality," Oriel remarked, "A place so hostile to foreigners that our lives would be in danger if we left the ship. They know how to make a first impression, don't they?"

Arrow chuckled drily, "It reminds me of Maraésa's welcome for a mage. A heretic until proven innocent. And a painful proof indeed."

"I suppose," Oriel said reluctantly, shrugging.

"Every point of view has its zealots. Let us not pass judgement just yet." Arrow patted his friend on the shoulder, smiling.

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As the ship made it's approach Derek would be hailed by the control tower of the Military spaceport.

"Blackbird this is Hotel Bravo maintain your designated course and proceed to pad seven for landing. Watchtower command has informed us you have three foreigners onboard, Confirmation?" The Tower hailed, as the ship made it's approach. "Additionally please broadcast verification codes immediately."

"Verification codes being broadcasted," Derek Adams replied from the CIC. "I have a hundred and twenty-two Aschen soldiers evacuated from Terra, and three Terran civilians aboard. The foreigners are being transported to Tawa."

There was a brief pause. "Verification codes accepted. Transfer Aschen wounded to AHSC Medical personnel to be given medical care." There was another brief pause.

"Terrans are to be transferred to Shore Patrol and the LDA Customs for paperwork verification and immigration checks." The Tower hailed. "Pad A-7 is ready to accept landing."

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Once the ship had landed, the wounded were transferred off the ship in either stasis pods or stretchers. One by one they were moved to a waiting bus, which had been converted into a makeshift ambulance.

Arrow and Oriel however were greeted by a trio of armed Shore Patrol personnel, clad in green BDU Style uniforms.

A fourth person approached from the outside as well, a middle aged man in a well pressed suit. "I'm Agent Barrett with the Langaran Defense Agency." He said, gesturing to the door where a single black van was waiting for the pair.

"Search them and bring them into custody." He said, the trio of Shore Patrol personnel moving towards them to search for weapons and place them in binders.

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Both Arrow and Oriel were unarmed, carrying nothing but the clothes on their backs, and the pair exchanged a glance before Arrow addressed the man who appeared to be in charge. "Greetings, Agent Barrett. My name is ... Alex. Alex Chevaleux." The knight decided it was probably best to use his more mundane name here, much as he loathed the association to his father.

"Oriel Garcia." Oriel added curtly, nodding his head.

"If I may," Arrow went on, "How long will we be detained? I assure you, we will cause no trouble to you or the people of this world."

"Ar- Alex," Oriel frowned as the men approached with the bindings, "I don't think-"

Arrow silenced his friend with a glance, "I'm sure that the Agent is merely following standard procedure, Oriel. We will, of course, cooperate."

Though reluctant, Oriel sighed and did not make any attempt to resist the bindings. Arrow too complied.

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The Agent nodded, then started to lead them out with the Shore Patrol personnel in tow. The men kept their grasp tight on the two, escorting them to the van, another suit clad LDA Agent stood adjacent to the back of the van to cover the two's heads with black bags, obscuring their view for the duration of the trip, wherever they were going.

Four hours later the van came to a stop, the sound of doors thunking and men speaking in a strange language were heard.

The only recognizable word from the alien language was likely 'Caprica' which may lend some kind of evidence as to where they were going.

Ten minutes went by before an Agent moved to the back of the van, pulling the two out with rough hands and removing the black bags from over their heads.

The Bindings were subsequently removed to free their hands as Barrett stood before them. "It was for your safety." He said, the surrounding countryside had changed from Gaoth, now they were surrounded by rolling hills, and seemingly endless countryside. If the two bothered to look up into the sky, strange mechanical constructs loomed high into orbit, but were large enough to be seen on the ground.

"You two are members of the Patronus?" He said, taking some notes. "We're taking you to Promethea, where you'll board a plane to Caprica City, to link up with your other friend." He said, while an Agent went over Noah's stasis chamber.

"Why did you come here to Langara?" Barrett asked.

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Though Oriel let out an indignant yelp of protest as the black bags were placed over their heads, a gentle touch from Arrow had him once again biting his tongue and fuming in silence. Oh, but Arrow was lucky that Oriel cared enough for him to let him take the lead. He would have been spewing curses were it anyone else, by now.

The journey seemed to take an age. The pair exchanged words only briefly to confirm one another's remaining presence. Arrow could sense Oriel's tension, and hoped that the younger man contained his frustration.

Thankfully for the both of them, he did, and when they emerged from the van it was with a mutual sigh of relief. "I understand." Arrow replied when Barrett spoke, though Oriel muttered something inaudible in a foreign language indignantly.

"We are indeed with the Patronus. My name amongst them is Arrow Flight," Arrow said, realising that Rhea did not know his other name. "And I appreciate your assistance. We came to Langara after a Taiyou sniper shot our friend in the stasis chamber, Noah Aldwell, a Terran and another member of the Patronus. Commander Adams saved his life, and brought us here, to where he suggested your superior medical facilities would be able to tend to his wounds where Terran hospitals would not."

"It seemed only fair," Oriel interjected, tone still irritated, "After we tended to your own wounded at our temple."

Arrow gave the gunslinger a sidelong glance, but said nothing.

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Barrett nodded as the agent continued to go over Noah's stasis chamber. "Yes I was aware that the Taiyou had shot your friend." He said, moving towards the stasis chamber to give it a good look over, canting his head slightly to inspect the vital signs. "Unfortunate but that's the casualties of war." He said, a dull rumbling echoing in the distance, which slowly began to grow louder.

A few moments passed, and the deafening roar of a Reverence filled the countryside, the massive starship passed over relatively unhindered, shaking the ground and causing a hot wind to blow over them as it ascended high into the skies above Langara. As quickly as the sounds came, they had passed and began to fade, the ship and her engines no more than a glimmer in the distance.

Barrett moved back to the pair, shaking his head again as the other LDA agents moved the stasis chamber back into the large van, securing it in place with metal latches and closing the doors to the van. Barrett on the other hand had withdrawn some paperwork, and he slowly shook his head.

"I don't know if Commander Adams told you this, but Noah isn't an Aschen citizen, that much is obvious, which means he's not covered under our socialized healthcare program. Someone will have to pay for his medical treatment, and the costs to transport him here. Payment with the hospital is none of my business, but the Government will need to send someone the bill to transport him, and maintain your security." Barrett said, making his way towards his large, dark colored SUV, the iconic LDA vehicle.

"We're just outside Promethea." He said, gesturing to a small gap in the rolling hills, where towering skyscrapers seemed to peer over the verdant countryside. "And though we appreciate you providing a place to help our soldiers. I can't change the laws here, which is why we've arranged to take you and your friend to Caprica. There's a hospital in Delphi that can treat him."

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"I see," Arrow remarked, frowning faintly. He supposed that it had been a bit optimistic to hope that the Aschen officials would be willing to perform the treatment on good will. "I'm certain that we will be able to organise funds, so long as I am able to have some time to produce them. I'm unfamiliar with the financial systems of either this world or Terra. When I am able to consult with the rest of our organisation I will be able to arrange the payment."

He nodded his head as Barrett went on to tell them they were going to Caprica, recognising the name. "Thank you, it is appreciated. Your laws are your laws, of course, I would not expect them to be flouted for our benefit."

Oriel looked suitably disgruntled, but continued to hold his tongue. He doubted a remark about sending the bill for the usage of the barracks would be appreciated by either the Aschen or Arrow.

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Once the trio were inside the dark colored SUV, they began to drive, and Barrett continued his explanation to Arrow. "Of course, the Military intends to compensate your organization for assisting them, we can make arrangements directly with the Hospital once we get to Delphi."

The ride was long and rather uneventful, as would be the flight to Caprica. Arrow and Oriel would of course be flown to Caprica City, while Noah was taken up north to Delphi Union Memorial Hospital, where he would await his triple organ replacement.

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Kianna had left for Aerilon the morning after her brief spat with Mollem and had been staying there for several days now. The weather-worn farmhouse in the backwoods of Aerilon farm-land was probably the last place one might have expected to find Kianna, and it was certainly far from the luxuries of Caprica City, but she had made no secret of her trip either.

She wasn't entirely certain why she had chosen here of all places to go, and it was with some measure of disdain that she watched Darius, now six months old. She had refused all efforts by his surrogate caretakers to get her to so much as hold the child, and she seemed to hold little interest in actually interacting with it.

Kianna's world was largely built around two groups of people. Those she could use, and those she could not. She could see no purpose, nor value in the child. All it seemed capable of was rolling about making gurgling noises and throwing toys.

The family that lived at the farmhouse were cleared out for the day, likely off chasing sheep in the fields... or whatever else it was that these people did. She hadn't paid the matter too much mind when Mollem had the child sent to relatives in Aerilon as she certainly had no intent of raising it herself.

Why she had offered to watch the brat for the afternoon was beyond her capacity to comprehend and she scowled as it rolled onto its back, giggling at her from the floor with one drool soaked hand shoved into its mouth.

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Tracking down the wife of the Divine Shadow had proved to be less difficult than one might suppose, Dylan mused as he took one of the UDW's stripped down Dragoons towards the surface, clearance for landing from Aerilon given already. The sleek, sharp angles of the ship cut the skies more gently than one might imagine, flying quietly on its counter grav drive. His escort had all but had seizures when he forced them to stay back on Langara, but one did not step in his path without realizing that they might be swept aside.

Fitting they'd given him a new callsign. Archfiend.

His approach to the McGregor homestead was slow and measured, and a short time later he was hopping down from the cockpit of the bared fighter, slinging his jacket over an arm as he came to call on Kianna.

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Dylan's arrival was met with some measure of apprehension from Kianna. She hadn't been expecting him, nor had she any plans to partake in matters of politics for the time being. Though it would seem politics had other plans in the form of Dark Rain.

She recognized Dylan well enough, but she didn't really know all that much about him and she rose to open the door with caution. She didn't imagine the Dark Rain ambassador was here for nefarious purposes, but she was a distrusting person by nature.

Suspicion or not though, she couldn't deny her curiosity over what Dylan would have come all the way to Aerilon for.

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Dylan inclined his head slightly to Kianna, smiling softly. Extending a hand, he introduced himself. "Likely you already know, Mrs. McGregor, but I'm Dylan Ryder. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. May I have a seat and chat with you a while?"

The Councilman was somewhat unusual in appearance, his odd hair a result of overextending his abilities. The hand he offered was black in color, the metal plates possessing a faint sheen of ultraviolet blue. A more casual variant of formal attire was his choice of dress for this meeting, his glasses a normal hue for the time being. At first glance, his face was almost forgettable, but his eyes held in them a commanding presence.

This time, however, he had simply come to talk.

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Kianna took the offered hand as she glanced over Dylan curiously. After a moment of deliberating she stepped aside and gestured for him to come inside.

"And what need do you have of seeing me so abruptly?" she asked curiously. "I would have expected you to be busy jumping hoops with the politicians back in Caprica."

The last time she had spoken to Dylan had been over a year ago, and though she had drawn a tentative truce up out of him and Dark Rain, she had little involvement with the events to follow - largely due to her and Mollem's exile after the fall of the Aschen Empire. With their return to power and the seizure of Isiria she had found herself too busy to follow up on the situation save to familiarize herself with the arrangements reached.

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A quirk of a corner of his mouth showed his amusement. "That I leave in the capable hands of my entourage. Myself, I decided to seek out and get to know the power behind the throne, so to speak."

He walked inside at her allowance, casting a casual glance over the place. His head quirked however, a chuckle escaping him. "Cute kid. So, Kianna, its been some time since I last met with you. How have you found yourself?"

The Agent turned to regard the woman, keeping his inclination to peer into her mind in check. He could tell she was trained to ward his mental perusal, and after all, the two were now allies. It would be rude.

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"Is that so?" Kianna asked with a raise of her brow. "Drink?" she offered with a gesture to the nearby table.

She briefly followed Dylan's glance to the child. Cute wasn't exactly the word she would have chosen.

"I'm afraid my husband is back in Caprica," she explained. "Unless you're interested in my special projects division, I'm not sure what interest I might serve to you."

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"Please." Dylan moved and seated himself, draping his coat over the back of the chair. As he waited, he continued.

"One would think you insult me. After all, we do know why the Aschen reigned in their past aggressions." Grey eyes stared pointedly at Kianna. "I've not come on political business, however. I came to get to know what is very close to being my opposite in our new allies. Understanding each other is the first step towards being able to better aid the other."

"So, Kianna. Exactly what has you here, with a child you obviously find useless?" The once agent may not have been able to read minds, but body language was something he'd had the opportunity to observe for many years. Even someone trained gave clues from time to time.

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"That child happens to be my son," Kianna remarked as she set some glasses out.

Though truth be told she wasn't here because she wanted to see her son so much as she didn't want to see Mollem right now.

"Ambrosia?" she asked.

It was a bit early in the day to be drinking, but Kianna had been hitting the bottle relatively heavily lately, and she poured the drinks before offering one of the glasses to Dylan. She didn't join him at the table though, instead opting to stand leaned against the door-frame of the room.

"So get to know me, huh?" she asked. "What would you like to know?"

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"Well, for an instance, why you find yourself here, instead of nestled in Caprica?" The Councilor smirked, waving a hand at the offered drink. "Water, please."

"It's a fair odd occurrence that suddenly you come out here, to Aerilon, considering that while it is the McGregor home, it's... rather removed." The man waved a hand to encompass the room, leaning back in his seat. He'd dismissed the air of a politician and donned his more regular persona. Just a simple man having a chat. In truth, he himself hated the burdens of politics.

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Kianna raised a brow at Dylan's inquiry.

"Is it so odd that I took an interest in visiting my son?" she asked.

She set her glass down in favor of filling a second with water that was set upon the table where Dylan sat. Kianna herself took a seat across from him as she folded one leg over the other and leaned back in the chair to watch Dylan curiously.

She looked once more to the child at hand. Dylan's assessment of her hadn't been too far off mark, and the child was more an object of disdain to her than anything. But she could have gone anywhere on the planet, hell anywhere in the known galaxy, but she had chosen to come here. That perhaps said something.