Setting
New Dev Eru
New Dev Eru, chosen for its centralized location, and rare in the inner ring uncolonized status, is a desert planet in a fairly small solar system with only two other planets. It is about twice the size of earth, and has about 3 times the gravity.
A single day lasts 29.27 hours and a year lasts 390 days. The planet is made up of 11 continents, which make up 81% of the planet's landmass. Water is plentiful in underground reservoirs, though little water or life is apparent form the surface, with much of the Erutin infrastructure and people living underground.
The plantlike organisms on this planets are largely low to the ground, with trees and wood being rare, though some forests do exist nearer to the poles. Native animals tend to be small in size as well, though some larger ones are found nearer to the poles.
The New Palace is in the northern hemisphere, and while it still lies in the desert, it is in a more habitable region. Much of the above ground life occurs closer to the poles, though there are no settlements in the trees, due to the need to maintain the forests of the planet.
Major exports from this planet include sand, diamonds, and quartz, along with more synthetic materials in the form of nanocloth, which the underground communities produce in abundance. Imports include food, though thanks to advanced hydroponics systems, the planet is largely self sustaining.
Major cities are: Rautuin, Kalkola, Niskos, Helingby, and Hevosoja.
New Dev Eru
New Dev Eru is the new capital of the Erutin Empire. This beautiful planet was selected for its centralized location after the Aschen heathens destroyed all of the original capital planet's solar system.
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New Dev Eru is a part of 
Erutin Imperial Space.
5 Characters Here
Dusk Erutin [12] Duke of the former Erutin Empire and Dark to Dawn Erutin.
Blade Ulenna [9] Four hundred year old Reagent Lord and Commander of the Erutin Remnant. He's back, and he's pissed.
Sir Eric Werner [0] "In the name of cosmic justice we ride, glory will prevail this day, hail to the king of Galethane!"
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"The Gameboy is going to get eletrocuted if you don't do the rest first. Plus, you have tutoring on top of homework. Hop to. I'll give it back...once you've earned it." If he earned it. She shut the toy off and slipped it in her satchel.
"Death says you have to meditate as well."
"Death says you have to meditate as well."
Torin Illium 's groan was audible this time. Slowly, painfully, he brought himself out of his seat, turning to face Torture with an impeccably sour expression.
"C'mon. Torture. I we being serious about this?" the fighter ran a hand through his hair, his black locks sticking in every direction. "You're not ACTUALLY going to tutor me, are you? I thought you were just humoring Rahal. I mean, you MUST have better things to do." He waved a dismissive hand towards his books. "I mean, we BOTH do. What good are those, anyway? I'm a fighter. I train my body. How will knowing what year Henry the Fifth invaded France help be AT ALL in battle?"
"C'mon. Torture. I we being serious about this?" the fighter ran a hand through his hair, his black locks sticking in every direction. "You're not ACTUALLY going to tutor me, are you? I thought you were just humoring Rahal. I mean, you MUST have better things to do." He waved a dismissive hand towards his books. "I mean, we BOTH do. What good are those, anyway? I'm a fighter. I train my body. How will knowing what year Henry the Fifth invaded France help be AT ALL in battle?"
Electricity crackled from Torture's hand and she fried the Gameboy. "What use? You let your midn go, you're not fighter. You're a thug. Are you a thug, Torin?" She asked. "Thugs don't get to be part of the Rahal family, or learn magic." She said simply.
"You want to fight? Exercise your brain as well, or the best body in the world will still end with your ass handed to you."
"You want to fight? Exercise your brain as well, or the best body in the world will still end with your ass handed to you."
Torin Illium 's fingers twitched as the Gameboy sputtered and died. He'd just beaten Kanalet Castle...
"I'm not a thug, I just like to think practically..." his voice was edging along a growl, "...there are college majors for a reason. People specialize in a SINGLE direction of education because trying to learn EVERYTHING is a waste of time. I'm human. I'll die in sixty-to-eighty years, sooner if I continue my path as a fighter. I don't have the time to learn things that I'll never use."
Torin walked begrudgingly over to his backpack, fishing out his English book. Shakespeare's Macbeth. "Like this! What's the point of this? How is this helping me at all? You don't have to be a thug to dislike a subject. Or have trouble learning about it in the first place." Even when Torin HAD been trying to do well in his studies when he'd first enrolled, he'd barely been managing a 'C' average. Truth be told, the young fighter just had trouble with education. He wasn't a natural scholar.
"I'm not a thug, I just like to think practically..." his voice was edging along a growl, "...there are college majors for a reason. People specialize in a SINGLE direction of education because trying to learn EVERYTHING is a waste of time. I'm human. I'll die in sixty-to-eighty years, sooner if I continue my path as a fighter. I don't have the time to learn things that I'll never use."
Torin walked begrudgingly over to his backpack, fishing out his English book. Shakespeare's Macbeth. "Like this! What's the point of this? How is this helping me at all? You don't have to be a thug to dislike a subject. Or have trouble learning about it in the first place." Even when Torin HAD been trying to do well in his studies when he'd first enrolled, he'd barely been managing a 'C' average. Truth be told, the young fighter just had trouble with education. He wasn't a natural scholar.
"All I hear is teenage whining. Study Macbeth and tell me about the conflict in it." She said. "I don't know why Death took you on." She dropped the useless Gameboy to the ground and rolled her eyes.
"I don't see you as mage or fighter material, thug."
"I don't see you as mage or fighter material, thug."
Torin Illium 's growl was more audible this time. "Don't even try that. I've got a lot to learn, but I certainly know my place as a fighter. It's all I have." His fingers pressed hard into the book cover. "And 'teenage whining'? Just how old are YOU anyway?"
"Older than you." She retorted easily. "Read, thug, or I'll lash ou one." she uncoild the whip from her side, clearly serious about it. Torture used that weapon in her day job, working as an interrogator for a resistance on Terra.
Well, for soethign other than a resistance, but still. She expected him to do what she said, that was clear.
Well, for soethign other than a resistance, but still. She expected him to do what she said, that was clear.
Torin Illium eyed her whip cautiously, his fiery gaze flipping between the welting chord and the eyes of the woman that held it. After a few seconds of silent contemplation, he decided that she wasn't kidding.
Torin groaned. Slumping down into a nearby chair, he dramatically opened the book, eyeing Torture the whole time. Just who did she think we was? The fighter mulled over the question for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. He knew EXACTLY who she thought she was. The girl holding the whip. And for all Torin's arrogant bravado, he was no fool. Torture could probably kill him in more ways then a boyscout could tie a knot.
Before returning to his book, the fighter took one last glance over his tormentor. There was still the same base attraction, of course... but physicality only went so far. Torture was a bitch. A goddamn hot bitch with a beautiful figure and gorgeous face... but a bitch nonetheless. A tutelage under her wasn't going to be easy. Rahal had his respect... not Torture. Not yet.
Torin groaned. Slumping down into a nearby chair, he dramatically opened the book, eyeing Torture the whole time. Just who did she think we was? The fighter mulled over the question for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. He knew EXACTLY who she thought she was. The girl holding the whip. And for all Torin's arrogant bravado, he was no fool. Torture could probably kill him in more ways then a boyscout could tie a knot.
Before returning to his book, the fighter took one last glance over his tormentor. There was still the same base attraction, of course... but physicality only went so far. Torture was a bitch. A goddamn hot bitch with a beautiful figure and gorgeous face... but a bitch nonetheless. A tutelage under her wasn't going to be easy. Rahal had his respect... not Torture. Not yet.
"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! SO MANY ANIMALS!" Keeping up with Grin was quickly becoming a lost cause for anyone foolish enough to attempt it. Even tethering him wouldn't work, as the crowds and his shapeshifting made this solution awkward at best. However, maybe Darien Papa had a point--shapeshifters WERE the ideal candidates. Changing glamers was one thing, but actual physical shifts, without the stigma of 'omg a demon'...this just might be the perfect business opportunity while he walked around on a fool's errand to stop the Lord of Greed himself. No way could Darien hope to match someone that powerful.
Ike held on to Grin's hand and sighed. "Grin, calm down. I don't think they are all animals." She said, looking around, and keeping her child close. "I think they are all Erutin, like you are." It was an Erutin planet after all, though they weren't allowed to leave the traders areas, she had noticed.
"I know! That's why it's FUN!" Grin bounced on the balls of his human toes, enjoying the sensation of leaving the ground and then coming back down again. "These human-shape feet are weird. They're loud and small for the height, but so springy." He lost his balance a few times, but Ike was there to catch him. "So, does Darien Papa have that illusion thing like you do?"
"I know sweetie." She said and picked Grin up, carrying him. "And...I think he does, but I don't know for sure." She admitted and shrugged. "I caught a glimpse fo his form once." Ike admitted. "So I suppose he must."
"Wow. That's cool. But it's not as cool as ACTUALLY becoming the other thing, I think," Grin mused as his cat nose started sniffing the ground. "Ooh! Over there! There's a street performer!" Indeed, a small crowd was gathering around an Erutin who had mastered her shifting to the point that she was impersonating various personas as part of a dramatic re-telling of the destruction of the "old" Dev Eru for interested tourists.
Andarta hadn't had the pleasure of ever stepping foot on New Dev Eru, between her time as a Seraphim and her more recent time as a soldier she had been extremely busy. It was strange being in civilization again. Seeing normal people doing normal things.
That wasn't why she was there. Things had changed. Dynamics were changing. The mission remained the same. She was committed to her religion and her people. They just had a different name to fly their banner under.
She stood not far from the Capitol. Loose fitting robes keeping the armor she wore concealed, a hood over her head to hide her recently dyed black hair, and a pair of opaque glasses to hide her eyes.
Andarta didn't need anyone to know she was even on the planet. Not even the military could really know. At least not now. They'd get brought up to speed once the mission was complete.
That wasn't why she was there. Things had changed. Dynamics were changing. The mission remained the same. She was committed to her religion and her people. They just had a different name to fly their banner under.
She stood not far from the Capitol. Loose fitting robes keeping the armor she wore concealed, a hood over her head to hide her recently dyed black hair, and a pair of opaque glasses to hide her eyes.
Andarta didn't need anyone to know she was even on the planet. Not even the military could really know. At least not now. They'd get brought up to speed once the mission was complete.
Andarta's handler has alerted Daggi to the incoming agent and he was waiting. The Heg had a habit of barcoding their people just after birth, he knew, just under the skin, and so scanners had been passively searching for Andarta that way, but there were better ways. He had a decent idea of where she was coming from and the possible routes to get here, and between her handler and the traveler network, he was fairly certain that robed individual was her.
It took incredibly little, just a walk by scenting in another's form, to prove that she wasn't Erutin at least, if the wardrobe didn't do that already. Erutin fashion on this planet often involved sheer nanocloth, and an alarming to most non-Erutin amount of skin through the sheer. Calmly, he approached her and simply stood beside her a moment or two. "Frau Heller?" He asked after that moment.
It was best to confirm. "Kampf für immer, frau." He greeted, knowing that had been how her handler had been supposed to greet her. A ridiculous statement for a ridiculous religion, but given how it had resulted in the empres worshipped as a goddess, it was a ridiculous nation in general that promoted it. It was good for them to be under Erutin rule now.
It took incredibly little, just a walk by scenting in another's form, to prove that she wasn't Erutin at least, if the wardrobe didn't do that already. Erutin fashion on this planet often involved sheer nanocloth, and an alarming to most non-Erutin amount of skin through the sheer. Calmly, he approached her and simply stood beside her a moment or two. "Frau Heller?" He asked after that moment.
It was best to confirm. "Kampf für immer, frau." He greeted, knowing that had been how her handler had been supposed to greet her. A ridiculous statement for a ridiculous religion, but given how it had resulted in the empres worshipped as a goddess, it was a ridiculous nation in general that promoted it. It was good for them to be under Erutin rule now.
"No need for the formalities. I appreciate it though. Manners are a lost art where I've been." Andarta said to Daggi, "What is going on?" She asked, getting straight to the point. "My team has been busy, out of touch. But, then we get word from one of our contacts that the Hegemony is no more."
Andarta pulled her hood down to reveal her long hair, the sides somewhat short in comparison to the rest. "Who, what, are we fighting for?"
Andarta pulled her hood down to reveal her long hair, the sides somewhat short in comparison to the rest. "Who, what, are we fighting for?"
"The Hegemony is. You are aware of the marriage of Empress Wing of the Erutin Empire, known as Sabine in he Hegemony, and Emperor Kampf?" that was a good starting point, he supposed. "Sometime after that, terrorists attacked the palace and destroyed Kampf's mortal form." He explained calmly. "The Empress' mourning is so deep she cannot bear to lead the hegemony, and order the change in name back to the Erutin Empire. The former Hegemony is part of that, it's own regency, headed by Viktoria Kampf." The crown princess led the hegemony in name at least.
"We fight for what we have always fought for. The glory of the empire, and for Kampf. We fight to retake Scatter, and to expand the empire so all may know him." Laying on the religion was par for the course when dealing with former citizens of the hegemony.
"We fight for what we have always fought for. The glory of the empire, and for Kampf. We fight to retake Scatter, and to expand the empire so all may know him." Laying on the religion was par for the course when dealing with former citizens of the hegemony.
Andarta nodded, listening closely to what the Erutin was telling her. He was laying it on pretty thick, but she understood why. Religion meant a lot in the Hegemony, and no one wanted a rogue Seraphim running around.
"So, business as usual?" Andarta asked, "That's good to know. That means my efforts weren't all for nothing." She continued, pausing for a second before she spoke up again.
"Speaking of, during my mission I found myself on a distant planet called Hera Prime by the locals. It's a lawless world, like many in Coalition space. But, there's a man there. A man with an army. He employed myself and my team as mercenaries." The Austran woman told Daggi.
"This army is massive, but also extremely dangerous. There is something off about them, about their leaders, Lochlyn Haley and a never seen older man named Elias Crowley. I can't place it, but I've seen some things happen that I can't reconcile with my faith."
It would have been appropriate to say that Andarta was unnerved for the first time in her life. Doubt cast on her faith for the first time.
"So, business as usual?" Andarta asked, "That's good to know. That means my efforts weren't all for nothing." She continued, pausing for a second before she spoke up again.
"Speaking of, during my mission I found myself on a distant planet called Hera Prime by the locals. It's a lawless world, like many in Coalition space. But, there's a man there. A man with an army. He employed myself and my team as mercenaries." The Austran woman told Daggi.
"This army is massive, but also extremely dangerous. There is something off about them, about their leaders, Lochlyn Haley and a never seen older man named Elias Crowley. I can't place it, but I've seen some things happen that I can't reconcile with my faith."
It would have been appropriate to say that Andarta was unnerved for the first time in her life. Doubt cast on her faith for the first time.
"Hera Prime." He accessed his implant and got a location, but put off analysing the information that came forward also. "Tell me more. What sort of things?" But first, he glanced around and then began walking, making it clear she was to follow. This deep in Erutin territory, there was little worry about upsetting some fool of a scatterran with blasphemous talk, but it was better to find a secure location to discuss this anyway.
"How are they off? Do they represent a threat to the empire?" All these things were important. an army, a single one, wasn't much against the empire's forces, but he well knew how dangerous a single strike team could be from his years of leading on and being in one. A strike team employing guerilla tactics could disable larger and more powerful forces. He had seen it don in his youth and to the rebel houses of the Hegemony, who died as they betrayed their empress. Let it not be said that they were not very careful about taking care of the rebels, sch as they were and such as they still existed, few in number though they may be.
"How are they off? Do they represent a threat to the empire?" All these things were important. an army, a single one, wasn't much against the empire's forces, but he well knew how dangerous a single strike team could be from his years of leading on and being in one. A strike team employing guerilla tactics could disable larger and more powerful forces. He had seen it don in his youth and to the rebel houses of the Hegemony, who died as they betrayed their empress. Let it not be said that they were not very careful about taking care of the rebels, sch as they were and such as they still existed, few in number though they may be.
Andarta tried to find the right words to explain what she felt around those men, walking closely behind Daggi before eventually coming to stride beside him.
"You never see Crowley, Haley never emotes. Not unusual on their own, but Haley speaks about history, ancient religions, our religion, as if he was there. As if he has intimate knowledge of events. I figured he was just a studious man at first, but..." She stopped to think.
"But..." Andarta began, "I've heard people talk about him as if he was a God. There are older men and women who claim to have seen his miracles in person. They build their army using clones, enhanced clones. Supersoldiers bred, designed, to crush empires. I asked about it before and was told it was all in the blood."
Andarta reached into her robe, slipping out a vial of blood. It was a dark red, darker than human blood was and it was thick. It could only pass for human blood if one didn't pay much attention to it.
"It's his blood. And it doesn't match any known race, species, or mutation. We had someone look into it."
"You never see Crowley, Haley never emotes. Not unusual on their own, but Haley speaks about history, ancient religions, our religion, as if he was there. As if he has intimate knowledge of events. I figured he was just a studious man at first, but..." She stopped to think.
"But..." Andarta began, "I've heard people talk about him as if he was a God. There are older men and women who claim to have seen his miracles in person. They build their army using clones, enhanced clones. Supersoldiers bred, designed, to crush empires. I asked about it before and was told it was all in the blood."
Andarta reached into her robe, slipping out a vial of blood. It was a dark red, darker than human blood was and it was thick. It could only pass for human blood if one didn't pay much attention to it.
"It's his blood. And it doesn't match any known race, species, or mutation. We had someone look into it."
"You were able to gather his blood without his notice?" That was impressive. He's put a commendation in her file for it. After a few moments walking, he led her into a low building, set back from the street, unlocking the door to do so. the building was furnished, if sparsely, and he flicked on the lights to reveal what was set up almost as an apartment. Calmly, he headed to the kitchenette. "Something to drink? I suspect your report is going to take some time." They would have to get the blood to analysts. It was going to be interesting managing that.
"Still, he could surely just be long lived and using some for of technology to manage these miracles of his." He said, firm on this. "There are long lived species in the galaxy, and they have been mistaken by gods before by other societies." And he was certain that was all this being could possibly be.
"Still, he could surely just be long lived and using some for of technology to manage these miracles of his." He said, firm on this. "There are long lived species in the galaxy, and they have been mistaken by gods before by other societies." And he was certain that was all this being could possibly be.
"That was my first thought." Andarta told Daggi, "I should be heading back soon, so I'll forgo a drink for now." She said, taking a few cautious steps through the building. "There's a bit too much that I can't explain. It's one of those things that you need to experience." The Austran said.
"Other than that, Crowley and Haley keep information very compartmentalized. All we know is that his fanatics talk about changing the universe. He's had me recruiting mercenaries. They have agents everywhere and as far as I can tell many don't know who they're reporting to." Andarta explained, "Thinking you're passing information to rebels and that rebel leader is one of Haley's people. The actual rebels are dead or just as in the dark."
"It's an impressive intelligence network, I admit."
"Other than that, Crowley and Haley keep information very compartmentalized. All we know is that his fanatics talk about changing the universe. He's had me recruiting mercenaries. They have agents everywhere and as far as I can tell many don't know who they're reporting to." Andarta explained, "Thinking you're passing information to rebels and that rebel leader is one of Haley's people. The actual rebels are dead or just as in the dark."
"It's an impressive intelligence network, I admit."
He nodded. Intelligence networks tended to be incredibly compartmentalized. Still, it was impressive she had gotten this information to them. "In that case, your orders remain the same." He said and handed her a business card. "Your new contact information. We're going to see about getting more people in this organization." He said quietly. "Especially given this information. Do you need a priest, before you return?" It was a long journey for ashor meeting, and he knew it, but less contact tended to work better, so long as she remained loyal.
After this mission, they'd pull her from the field awhile, let her recuperate with the offices and surrounded by loyal seraphim and special ops. This one was clearly disturbing her, somehow. The people certainly sounded disturbing to him. They'd have to investigate further, but Andarta could remain where she was for now.
After this mission, they'd pull her from the field awhile, let her recuperate with the offices and surrounded by loyal seraphim and special ops. This one was clearly disturbing her, somehow. The people certainly sounded disturbing to him. They'd have to investigate further, but Andarta could remain where she was for now.
Andarta let her unseen eyes examine the card closely, after a moment it was tucked away in her robe for safekeeping. "I'll see what I can do to create an in for your people. The more eyes we have, the more ground we can cover." She said, turning to the exit.
"I'll see a priest once the mission is complete. It's been a long time." The Austran told Daggi, making her way to the exit. Halfway there she paused, turning around to face the Erutin.
She let show the shadow of a smile, "Kampf für immer." Andarta said to him, "It's appropriate for people like me. I don't even remember life from before I started doing this."
The Austran nodded, continuing on her way. "But, such is this life."
"I'll see a priest once the mission is complete. It's been a long time." The Austran told Daggi, making her way to the exit. Halfway there she paused, turning around to face the Erutin.
She let show the shadow of a smile, "Kampf für immer." Andarta said to him, "It's appropriate for people like me. I don't even remember life from before I started doing this."
The Austran nodded, continuing on her way. "But, such is this life."
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Her pony tail threaded through the back of her ball cap, the tall blond Mina didn't stick out height wise so much as she did clothing wise. Though her clothes were clearly meant for a desert somewhere, they were not at all the same style as the desert clothing worn by the locals.
Getting permission to come here and blog as a non-citizen was tricky, and involved agreeing to have her work looked over before she left. or she posted it. The fierce markings on many of the citizens faces set them apart and made her feel rather more intimidated than she would like to admit. Regardless, she was having fun exploring this new land as evidenced by the grin stretching wide across her face as she strolled down the street, a rucksack slung on her back and carrying all the worldly goods she needed. No weapons, as per regulations here. Those required special permission. But this planet was so beautiful and clean, she doubted that she'd ever need to protect herself.
Her universal translator locket blinked a dull red at her neck periodically, recording and digitizing the different languages here so that it could translate what she said in the native tongue and not just in galactic standard.
A whole new galaxy! This was incredibly exciting.
Getting permission to come here and blog as a non-citizen was tricky, and involved agreeing to have her work looked over before she left. or she posted it. The fierce markings on many of the citizens faces set them apart and made her feel rather more intimidated than she would like to admit. Regardless, she was having fun exploring this new land as evidenced by the grin stretching wide across her face as she strolled down the street, a rucksack slung on her back and carrying all the worldly goods she needed. No weapons, as per regulations here. Those required special permission. But this planet was so beautiful and clean, she doubted that she'd ever need to protect herself.
Her universal translator locket blinked a dull red at her neck periodically, recording and digitizing the different languages here so that it could translate what she said in the native tongue and not just in galactic standard.
A whole new galaxy! This was incredibly exciting.