Setting
The Territories of the United Aschen Empire, within the Cygnus arm are under the jurisdiction of the United Aschen Empire, and agents operating on it's behalf.
The Aschen Cluster
The star systems that are claimed by the United Aschen Empire, and operate under it's strict rule.
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The Aschen Cluster is a part of 
Outer Arm.
2 Places in The Aschen Cluster:
5 Characters Here
Madeline W. [20] Chief Strategist, and Profiler for Section One
Flavius Darastix [5] A legendary beast of the East. The Wyrm of the Hale's.
Felvia [5] "Rabbit... Ears? I don't know what you're talking about.."
Shio Mizuri [5] A sith duelist
Bluetear [2] I'm a shut in
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Sheila Nagala shook her head and then she clasped her hands behind her back. "Why, you'd have probably been shot." She said, turning back around, and smiling somewhat coyly to her.
"But we discovered your ability and you're of use to us, it's amazing how things work out, isn't it?" She said, nodding before she turned away, and the door chimed somewhat pleasantly before sliding shut.
Elizabeth was left alone to clean up, while Nagala returned to the Bridge, to finalize the maneuvering protocols to dock the ship with the 'A Psalm Every Day'
"But we discovered your ability and you're of use to us, it's amazing how things work out, isn't it?" She said, nodding before she turned away, and the door chimed somewhat pleasantly before sliding shut.
Elizabeth was left alone to clean up, while Nagala returned to the Bridge, to finalize the maneuvering protocols to dock the ship with the 'A Psalm Every Day'
Elizabeth Fern glanced around her room, taking a look at herself in the polished mirror. She furrowed her brow, rubbing at her face momentarily before removing her hood and tossing it off to the side. Her long, black hair hung in waves to the middle of her back, and she wasn't interested in putting it up, not unless she had to. So she stripped out of her street clothes, washed up, and dressed herself in the uniform.
All in all, Liz wasn't a knock-out, but she was quite pretty, and something about the uniform seemed to emphasize her curves, but made her look harder, more professional, stronger. When she looked in the mirror, she didn't really even recognize herself.
"Miss Fern," she said with a wrinkle to her nose. "You look like you've been drafted."
Her reflection cracked a smile at her.
All in all, Liz wasn't a knock-out, but she was quite pretty, and something about the uniform seemed to emphasize her curves, but made her look harder, more professional, stronger. When she looked in the mirror, she didn't really even recognize herself.
"Miss Fern," she said with a wrinkle to her nose. "You look like you've been drafted."
Her reflection cracked a smile at her.
Two Assault armor clad soldiers waited silently for Elizabeth to head out of the quarters. When she did, they would incline their heads to her and then lead her out to the bridge, where Nagala was silently standing and waiting, noting the blue duty uniform that fit snugly around Elizabeth's form. "Now you don't look like a bum." She commented, before she stared at the three-dimensional holographic screen.
"We've docked with the Mothership." She said, before she gestured to the hangar bay door. "Shall we?" She said, before she started through the CIC doors, her feet clicking on the floor of the darkened glossy black ship, with two soldiers following her.
"We're probably going to have to send you to Tal'dor for combat training, though I am sure you will find the prospect of being on another planet interesting."
"We've docked with the Mothership." She said, before she gestured to the hangar bay door. "Shall we?" She said, before she started through the CIC doors, her feet clicking on the floor of the darkened glossy black ship, with two soldiers following her.
"We're probably going to have to send you to Tal'dor for combat training, though I am sure you will find the prospect of being on another planet interesting."
"Combat training?" Elizabeth asked, walking at Sheila's elbow. She'd never liked being trained for a particular style. It meant someone could predict her movements, made it harder to beat a person in combat.
"And I've never been on another planet." she said with a brief nod. "I'd imagine it isn't much different than being on Terra."
She followed quietly then, keeping her eyes forward rather than glancing around. If she was going to be a soldier, she may as well start acting like it.
"And I've never been on another planet." she said with a brief nod. "I'd imagine it isn't much different than being on Terra."
She followed quietly then, keeping her eyes forward rather than glancing around. If she was going to be a soldier, she may as well start acting like it.
Sheila Nagala laughed. "Depends on the planet. Some are completely alien from the world you originate from." She said, before she led them through the Hangar bay, which had a gaping door in the side opened up to a purple colored light, which was shining through, and once they stepped out of the smaller ship, they would emerge in the hangar bay of the much larger Reverence II. The lighting and the metal on the walls was a uniform iridescent purple.
The floor was also a violet-colored rubbery compound, which offered exceptional grip. Suspended from massive booms above them were Mercury Class Battlestars Lined up along the length of this massive hangar bay were these ships, side-by-side and suspended, with catwalks and booms going into them along docking clamps.
Below them was a wedge-shaped ship, with a massive cannon stretching it's spinal structure, the ship below them was easily 11 miles in length, and lined with large 3 mile long bulbous ships which resembled the sleek black ship. In front of them was a long formation of sleek black ships, docked in a docking boom next to the ship they arrived on. There was literally an entire starfleet crammed into the massive hangar bay of some kind of mothership.
Nagala silently turned to Elizabeth.
"Welcome aboard the Reverence II
"Below us is the CNV Atrition, and above us are Battlestars, and keep in mind this is only a small segment of the ship." She said, before a hovering golf cart looking vehicle pulled up on the Catwalk, and of course, below them, appeared to be quite a long fall.
The floor was also a violet-colored rubbery compound, which offered exceptional grip. Suspended from massive booms above them were Mercury Class Battlestars Lined up along the length of this massive hangar bay were these ships, side-by-side and suspended, with catwalks and booms going into them along docking clamps.
Below them was a wedge-shaped ship, with a massive cannon stretching it's spinal structure, the ship below them was easily 11 miles in length, and lined with large 3 mile long bulbous ships which resembled the sleek black ship. In front of them was a long formation of sleek black ships, docked in a docking boom next to the ship they arrived on. There was literally an entire starfleet crammed into the massive hangar bay of some kind of mothership.
Nagala silently turned to Elizabeth.
"Welcome aboard the Reverence II
." She said, nodding.A Psalm Every Day
"Below us is the CNV Atrition, and above us are Battlestars, and keep in mind this is only a small segment of the ship." She said, before a hovering golf cart looking vehicle pulled up on the Catwalk, and of course, below them, appeared to be quite a long fall.
There wasn't much more for the girl to do other than admire the surroundings, and sit quietly by. When the hovercart appeared, she was hesitant at first to climb in, since she'd never been the biggest fan of heights.
But she did, taking a slow, deep breath through her nose and getting into the cart with Sheila. None of anything she said made much sense to her. She had never been around space ships or anything militaristic. She assumed half of the things Sheila said pertained to the names of these particular structures, much in the same way a person named a boat or a car.
Needless to say, her head was spinning.
"I'm taking it in stride." Liz said with a slight nod. She had to, otherwise her head would fall clean off her shoulders.
But she did, taking a slow, deep breath through her nose and getting into the cart with Sheila. None of anything she said made much sense to her. She had never been around space ships or anything militaristic. She assumed half of the things Sheila said pertained to the names of these particular structures, much in the same way a person named a boat or a car.
Needless to say, her head was spinning.
"I'm taking it in stride." Liz said with a slight nod. She had to, otherwise her head would fall clean off her shoulders.
Sheila Nagala looked up and around the ships for a moment, then she set forward towards the Hovercraft, once buckled in, the Soldier adjusted the throttle, and when Elizabeth was buckled in, they would begin to set fourth through the interior of the Hangar bay and through a causeway, which weaved and moved through the length of the ship, and After at least a thirty minute ride in the hovercraft, they reached 'Living Section A', which was situated at the front of the ship.
"Here we are." She said, gesturing to a flickering holographic sign that read 'LDA Outpost' And with the gesture, came the comment. "They will be dealing with your initial evaluation." She explained, passing through the door with a Crystalline chime, inside the room was a table, with a single man in a suit and tie, going over a set of forms.
"Elizabeth Fern." The Man said, before he silently slid the file over to the other end of the table, then he placed a pen on top of the papers.
"I'm Agent Duram, Langaran Defense Agency, Overt Intelligence Agency." He said, motioning to the papers.
"Fill out the paperwork, with truthful information, which will be verified by a Zatarc machine."
"Here we are." She said, gesturing to a flickering holographic sign that read 'LDA Outpost' And with the gesture, came the comment. "They will be dealing with your initial evaluation." She explained, passing through the door with a Crystalline chime, inside the room was a table, with a single man in a suit and tie, going over a set of forms.
"Elizabeth Fern." The Man said, before he silently slid the file over to the other end of the table, then he placed a pen on top of the papers.
"I'm Agent Duram, Langaran Defense Agency, Overt Intelligence Agency." He said, motioning to the papers.
"Fill out the paperwork, with truthful information, which will be verified by a Zatarc machine."
Nice to meet you, she wanted to say. But it wasn't really that nice at all. Everything that was said to her sounded like a command.
She stepped up to the table, looking at the papers, and reached to pick up the pen. More lingo she didn't understand. The Zatarc must have been some kind of database of sorts. She looked back to Sheila, her brow furrowed slightly, before taking a seat and beginning the long process of filling out her information.
She stepped up to the table, looking at the papers, and reached to pick up the pen. More lingo she didn't understand. The Zatarc must have been some kind of database of sorts. She looked back to Sheila, her brow furrowed slightly, before taking a seat and beginning the long process of filling out her information.
Whisper caught sight of Arrow once more as she slipped through the cargo hold. As in times past, she averted her eyes away as he caught sight of her, ducking out into one of the passageways as she left the jostling of bodies to mar her from his sight as she moved on deeper into the ship. She had been avoiding him since she had discovered he was on the vessel, seemingly failing to notice the times he had shouted her name out through the conglomeration of bodies.
Part of her was curious to know what he was doing here, but part of her was loathe to speak with the man after their last encounter on Terra, and so she avoided him. With the state of the ship, and the number of people currently aboard it, she had been largely successful in her efforts.
Part of her was curious to know what he was doing here, but part of her was loathe to speak with the man after their last encounter on Terra, and so she avoided him. With the state of the ship, and the number of people currently aboard it, she had been largely successful in her efforts.
It hadn't taken long for Arrow to start getting the impression that Whisper was avoiding him. There had been times he had been certain that she had seen him, certain she had reacted to him calling out to her, and yet she had slipped away as though totally unaware of his presence. The conversation they had had within the altar room was likely the motivation. She had asked to be alone then - whether his words had had any impact or not unclear.
"Whisper-" he began to call to her, but once again, she disappeared off into a corridor. Arrow stepped forwards to move after her, turning the same corner. "Whisper, please, I need to speak with you." he called after her retreating form.
"Whisper-" he began to call to her, but once again, she disappeared off into a corridor. Arrow stepped forwards to move after her, turning the same corner. "Whisper, please, I need to speak with you." he called after her retreating form.
Whisper cast Arrow a side-long glance as he caught up with her in the corridor.
"I have things I need to get done," she told him simply.
She didn't move on though, giving him perhaps a moment to speak his mind. She still donned the grey Aschen uniform of the Special Projects Division.
"I have things I need to get done," she told him simply.
She didn't move on though, giving him perhaps a moment to speak his mind. She still donned the grey Aschen uniform of the Special Projects Division.
"There will be time for them later, I am sure." Arrow's tone was solemn, and his heart heavy. The words of the policewoman he had spoken to ran through his mind. He found it hard to imagine Whisper committing the atrocities she had apparently committed, even though he had experienced first hand how lethal she could be.
He could not find it in himself to be angry with her, not entirely. Marlene had mentioned some form of leverage involving her homeland. Did that excuse what she had done? Perhaps not. "You asked me if I ever thought about returning home, to Orlesia," he said, "What of your home, Whisper? Do you think of it often?"
Perhaps an odd way to start the conversation, but it was an odd circumstance in and of itself.
He could not find it in himself to be angry with her, not entirely. Marlene had mentioned some form of leverage involving her homeland. Did that excuse what she had done? Perhaps not. "You asked me if I ever thought about returning home, to Orlesia," he said, "What of your home, Whisper? Do you think of it often?"
Perhaps an odd way to start the conversation, but it was an odd circumstance in and of itself.
The question caught Whisper off guard and her expression hardened.
"No," she said. "The Aschen Confederation is my home now."
There was a clarity to her words that contrasted the distress Arrow had found her in back on Terra. As she turned to face him, there was healthy color to her skin, and much of the gauntness had faded from her cheeks. Whatever change had overtaken the flighty woman seemed to be treating her well.
"No," she said. "The Aschen Confederation is my home now."
There was a clarity to her words that contrasted the distress Arrow had found her in back on Terra. As she turned to face him, there was healthy color to her skin, and much of the gauntness had faded from her cheeks. Whatever change had overtaken the flighty woman seemed to be treating her well.
"By choice?" Arrow queried, noting with surprise the improvement to Whisper's condition. "I do not mean to presume, Whisper, but ..." he glanced around to check for onlookers before continuing. "I have come by information that something from your home is being used against you. I don't know why they chose to tell me, but I do know that they were speaking the truth."
The knight sighed, "I only want to help you, Whisper. I can't do that if you won't let me. I know that you would not do the things they have asked of you outside of dire circumstances. What is their hold on you?"
The knight sighed, "I only want to help you, Whisper. I can't do that if you won't let me. I know that you would not do the things they have asked of you outside of dire circumstances. What is their hold on you?"
Whisper shook her head.
"I'm here because I choose to be here," she replied. "I'm here because..." A flicker of a frown touched her lips and she glanced away. "I'm here because wrongs were committed, wrongs that need righting."
"If I could tell you more I would," she told him. "But I can't. This is my home now, and maybe it's where I belong. You know as well as I the things I've done in the past. This place, the Aschen Special Projects Division. It's a new start, a place to put everything else behind me."
There was a touch of weariness to her eyes as she spoke, but it was difficult to say what the cause of it was.
"I'm here because I choose to be here," she replied. "I'm here because..." A flicker of a frown touched her lips and she glanced away. "I'm here because wrongs were committed, wrongs that need righting."
"If I could tell you more I would," she told him. "But I can't. This is my home now, and maybe it's where I belong. You know as well as I the things I've done in the past. This place, the Aschen Special Projects Division. It's a new start, a place to put everything else behind me."
There was a touch of weariness to her eyes as she spoke, but it was difficult to say what the cause of it was.
"Is what you have done for them so far truly righting wrongs?" Arrow refused to explicitly make mention of the event he was referring to. He was far from aware of what other doings the Aschen had set Whisper to, but even if the assassinations had been the worst of it ...
"And are they the wrongs you ought to be righting? Putting everything behind you will not keep Sylvire's words at bay." The knight sighed, "I cannot fault you for trying to lose yourself in something new, Whisper. Light knows you have enough to haunt you. Do you not fear that list will only grow further as time goes by? What they might ask you to do?"
"And are they the wrongs you ought to be righting? Putting everything behind you will not keep Sylvire's words at bay." The knight sighed, "I cannot fault you for trying to lose yourself in something new, Whisper. Light knows you have enough to haunt you. Do you not fear that list will only grow further as time goes by? What they might ask you to do?"
Arrow's words rang true. Distance could do little to dull the memories she sought to evade, but neither could she bring herself to return to Terra.
"The Aschen Confederation isn't the Empire," Whisper replied by way of justification. "What I do here now, what I'm doing here on this ship..." she shook her head. "It's in the pursuit of justice."
Justice or vengeance? Paragon's words rang through her head but she pushed them from her thoughts.
"I'm where I belong. There's nothing for me on Terra anymore."
"The Aschen Confederation isn't the Empire," Whisper replied by way of justification. "What I do here now, what I'm doing here on this ship..." she shook her head. "It's in the pursuit of justice."
Justice or vengeance? Paragon's words rang through her head but she pushed them from her thoughts.
"I'm where I belong. There's nothing for me on Terra anymore."
Watchtower A-432
Aschen Border Space
"Sir, Incoming vessel, AHSC IFF Confirmed." A lieutenant reported to the Commander, as the DRADIS lit up the Aschen Stealth vessel.
"Transmit message." The Commander ordered.
"Attention Blackbird, this is the watchtower A-432, Transmit authentication codes immediately for passage."
Aschen Border Space
"Sir, Incoming vessel, AHSC IFF Confirmed." A lieutenant reported to the Commander, as the DRADIS lit up the Aschen Stealth vessel.
"Transmit message." The Commander ordered.
"Attention Blackbird, this is the watchtower A-432, Transmit authentication codes immediately for passage."
Back in the CIC, Adams picked up the transmission from the watchtower.
"Watchtower A-432, this is Commander Adams. Transmitting authentication codes now. We have wounded aboard, requesting immediate passage."
Derek patiently awaited a response as the authentication codes were being transmitted and verified.
"Watchtower A-432, this is Commander Adams. Transmitting authentication codes now. We have wounded aboard, requesting immediate passage."
Derek patiently awaited a response as the authentication codes were being transmitted and verified.
The watchtower pinged it's response.
"Authentication codes cleared, wounded acknowledged, proceed to Langara via Tal'dor, LDA is requesting routing to Themis Spaceport. Caprica City is locked down."
"Authentication codes cleared, wounded acknowledged, proceed to Langara via Tal'dor, LDA is requesting routing to Themis Spaceport. Caprica City is locked down."
"Perhaps not," Arrow replied, a frown crossing his features. "What you have done on Terra can never be undone. But there are many better places for new beginnings than in the clutches of any government's special forces. Empire or not, I do not doubt there will be tasks you are given that are far from pure and just. Men and women in power are too often motivated by it."
He sighed. "If you truly seek a new beginning, there is a whole galaxy out there waiting full of places where nobody has ever heard your name. No doubt there is good you could do there, ways to give back to the universe some of what your crimes have taken. That would be more just than giving yourself to their service."
He sighed. "If you truly seek a new beginning, there is a whole galaxy out there waiting full of places where nobody has ever heard your name. No doubt there is good you could do there, ways to give back to the universe some of what your crimes have taken. That would be more just than giving yourself to their service."
"Acknowledged. Proceeding to Langara via Tal'dor to the Themis Spaceport now," Adams replied.
"This isn't a discussion," Whisper replied. "I should go, we'll be on Langara soon."
She turned to leave.
"This isn't a discussion," Whisper replied. "I should go, we'll be on Langara soon."
She turned to leave.
Arrow sighed. "So be it. Goodbye, Whisper. Until our paths cross again."
He waited a few moments until she was gone, before he too turned to return to Oriel for the short while before they landed.
He waited a few moments until she was gone, before he too turned to return to Oriel for the short while before they landed.
An apparition resided there with Whisper. Though it could not be seen, heard, smelled, or felt through touch it was there, watching. The thing's consciousnesses the only reason that Whisper may be aware of it. How does one go about describing a consciousness? Courage and conflict, the ringing of swords as they clashed, and the call of men to come to arms echoed through the presence as if its emotions were composed of these sounds. A dragon's roar and a trumpet's call beckoned and tugged at the spirit. Chains rattled and coiled off a great wheel as doors slammed and locks were bolted. The sounds did not gather in the ear but in the mind as if they were emotions wrought by the thing into sounds that only a mind could hear.
Saffron and ozone, the smell sensed not by the nose but the head. The calling card of a gold dragon and a bolt of thunder. The sea after a storm and the crash of ocean waves against some rocks. The smell of the sea spray and the feel of it upon one's cheeks. Rough leather gloves, belts and buckles, and the feeling of a sword gripped in the right hand. The entity was not hiding its mental or spiritual presence. It was surely there and yet it was not. Within and upon the surface of this consciousness where the echoes of these senses but no true emotion could be found there.
Saffron and ozone, the smell sensed not by the nose but the head. The calling card of a gold dragon and a bolt of thunder. The sea after a storm and the crash of ocean waves against some rocks. The smell of the sea spray and the feel of it upon one's cheeks. Rough leather gloves, belts and buckles, and the feeling of a sword gripped in the right hand. The entity was not hiding its mental or spiritual presence. It was surely there and yet it was not. Within and upon the surface of this consciousness where the echoes of these senses but no true emotion could be found there.