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5 Characters Here
Matthias Rueger [15]
Ilsa Reinhardt [14] Belkan who works for the Landwachter and side-by-side with Matthias Rueger.
Savana [8]
Samhain [0] The seventh Shadow. An overdressed shadow with a sense of ire and humour.
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The autocrat had insisted that his return be treated like any of his other small diplomatic trips to the great houses of the empire - nevermind the fact that it lay in another galaxy, with the Coalition of all people -and so the citizens of his beloved capital thought it of no importance that he had returned. Of course, they would remain suitably ignorant until the time came to reveal the plans as they stood - to claim their home galaxy in the name of the Empire, not Scatter.
But such thoughts were of little concern to him at the moment, the man dressed again in humble-yet-commanding trappings, his feet pacing the halls of the palace that he shared with the one for whom he searched. Given three common locales exhausted, Kampf quietly peered through the door to the library once he arrived there. She always was taken with the place.
The Emperor soon moved well inside, displeased with the line of sight such quiet observation imparted him.
But such thoughts were of little concern to him at the moment, the man dressed again in humble-yet-commanding trappings, his feet pacing the halls of the palace that he shared with the one for whom he searched. Given three common locales exhausted, Kampf quietly peered through the door to the library once he arrived there. She always was taken with the place.
The Emperor soon moved well inside, displeased with the line of sight such quiet observation imparted him.
Linde held an actual book in her hand, sitting in her favored arm chair, using the tome as a distraction. Her Josef was off in some foreign galaxy, far away from her. It was most upsetting. Her dress even reflected this, dressed in more subdued colors and design than usual.
Linde held an actual book in her hand, sitting in her favored arm chair, using the tome as a distraction. Her Josef was off in some foreign galaxy, far away from her. It was most upsetting. Her dress even reflected this, dressed in more subdued colors and design than usual. She did miss him, however short this diplomatic trip might be.
Still, she supposed diplomacy worked, for now, so long as no one expected them to remain diplomatic for too long. Inferior peons. She sighed and put the book down, running a hand over her head, not worried about anyone seeing. This was, after all, her husband's private library. And other than the one servant allowed in to dust on occasion, Linde was likely to order the death of any who dared intrude.
So she wasn't expecting her husband to arrive and disturb her at all. The woman returned to reading her novel, written around the time of the Exodus.
Still, she supposed diplomacy worked, for now, so long as no one expected them to remain diplomatic for too long. Inferior peons. She sighed and put the book down, running a hand over her head, not worried about anyone seeing. This was, after all, her husband's private library. And other than the one servant allowed in to dust on occasion, Linde was likely to order the death of any who dared intrude.
So she wasn't expecting her husband to arrive and disturb her at all. The woman returned to reading her novel, written around the time of the Exodus.
The Empress' sigh, though as soft and gentle as her own self, rang out like a gunshot in the library, the room as quiet as a tomb. Josef moved, deliberately, as quietly as he had in the chapel not but days prior on Scatter, walking through the many shelves and display cases that lined the place, nearing the chair she did so inhabit. Already could one see her brown hair, the low but warm light of the room casting a subtle sheen upon it, stylized as usual; Kampf smiling as she ran a hand across it.
He had chosen wisely.
Josef looked over her shoulder, down to the book below before lightly placing his hands on the shoulders of his wife, gently kissing her ear before asking, face pressed beside her own, "What are you reading, meine Blume?"
He had chosen wisely.
Josef looked over her shoulder, down to the book below before lightly placing his hands on the shoulders of his wife, gently kissing her ear before asking, face pressed beside her own, "What are you reading, meine Blume?"
She jumped and smiled, pressing her cheeks to his, and then turned her head to kiss his cheek. "Handwritten accounts from the Exodus, meine Liebling." She murmured and smiled. "I'm so glad you've returned. Did the meetings go well?"
She hoped they did. She knew his intentions, but she wasn't certain if he had dominated in the talks as he ought to have. Regievko was, after all, old and crafty. Linde smiled and set the book down, a bookmark saving her place. "I've missed you." She confessed, smiling and rising to greet her husband properly.
She hoped they did. She knew his intentions, but she wasn't certain if he had dominated in the talks as he ought to have. Regievko was, after all, old and crafty. Linde smiled and set the book down, a bookmark saving her place. "I've missed you." She confessed, smiling and rising to greet her husband properly.
Accounts from the Exodus? Well, perhaps he would have to take her to Scatter once the reclamation began in earnest - once Belka was restored to its proper masters. Josef remained smiling, pulling back slightly so that she could rise, approaching again to take her hand and impart a gentle kiss upon it before speaking. "They went well enough, Linde dear," He paused, drawing close enough as to be improper in public; one hand drifting down her side as the other lightly held her neck, his thumb drawing across her cheek. "The Coalition has accepted peace on our terms."
The statement was both true and untrue at the same time, but for the moment it worked more in their advantage than not. "I've missed you too." He admitted, caressing her nose with his. "... Scatter was just as beautiful as I remembered it, my Empress." Such words now were no lie, no half-truth. To have seen Scatter again...
"Just as beautiful as you."
The statement was both true and untrue at the same time, but for the moment it worked more in their advantage than not. "I've missed you too." He admitted, caressing her nose with his. "... Scatter was just as beautiful as I remembered it, my Empress." Such words now were no lie, no half-truth. To have seen Scatter again...
"Just as beautiful as you."
"Oh Josef." She murmured, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek to his hand. "You compliment me so, my Josef." To see Scatter. She smiled at the thought. "Is it truly? I would love to lay eyes on our homeland one time. And I am glad they accepted our terms of peace." RE-united. They were reunited once more. Scatter was whole...on Belkan terms. A small smile curled about her lips.
"All has been well here. Our troops are growing stronger than ever before." She had been monitoring them, and the nobles.
"All has been well here. Our troops are growing stronger than ever before." She had been monitoring them, and the nobles.
"I admit," He started, a light shrug to his shoulders as he did, still smiling to his counter-part and lover. "They weren't the most favorable terms, but our terms, nonetheless." There was no doubt how he, or likely she, would have liked to see the Coalition utterly crushed beyond a chance of recovery, to avenge the shame and defeat they had suffered six hundred years ago. "I will take you to see Belka, my love, and your Azrica." He promised her, pulling her close as he did.
The Emperor held the woman's smaller frame with gentle ease. "Good, love. They have a galaxy to wipe clean." There was no questioning that Kampf intended to reject the terms proposed by the Coalition's minister - instead embarking on a campaign of genetic and cultural genocide.
"I compliment you, my Linde," The man spoke, looking to her eyes as he did, "Because you are greater than any other, my love, my Empress." He returned to pressing his cheek against her own, lightly moving to peck at her neck afterwards.
The Emperor held the woman's smaller frame with gentle ease. "Good, love. They have a galaxy to wipe clean." There was no questioning that Kampf intended to reject the terms proposed by the Coalition's minister - instead embarking on a campaign of genetic and cultural genocide.
"I compliment you, my Linde," The man spoke, looking to her eyes as he did, "Because you are greater than any other, my love, my Empress." He returned to pressing his cheek against her own, lightly moving to peck at her neck afterwards.
"Wonderful." She said, pleased. "Perhaps we can see the site where Seshakone defended us as we left." She seemed pleased with that as well. "I look forward to the day we walk on Scatter together." She did too.
She placed a kiss on her husband's lips and smiled. "Can you imagine? We will preserve only those Scatterrans who kneel before you, before us, and call us sovereign, in the end." She smiled. Only those who worshiped the duo, him as God and her as the Matriarch, would survive.
"And all this thanks to the actions of those heathen demon scum on a tiny backwater world." It was wonderful. She couldn't help but be thoroughly pleased.
She placed a kiss on her husband's lips and smiled. "Can you imagine? We will preserve only those Scatterrans who kneel before you, before us, and call us sovereign, in the end." She smiled. Only those who worshiped the duo, him as God and her as the Matriarch, would survive.
"And all this thanks to the actions of those heathen demon scum on a tiny backwater world." It was wonderful. She couldn't help but be thoroughly pleased.
"Wonderful." She said, pleased. "Perhaps we can see the site where Seshakone defended us as we left." She seemed pleased with that as well. "I look forward to the day we walk on Scatter together." She did too.
She placed a kiss on her husband's lips and smiled. "Can you imagine? We will preserve only those Scatterrans who kneel before you, before us, and call us sovereign, in the end." She smiled. Only those who worshiped the duo, him as God and her as the Matriarch, would survive.
"And all this thanks to the actions of those heathen demon scum on a tiny backwater world." It was wonderful. She couldn't help but be thoroughly pleased.
She placed a kiss on her husband's lips and smiled. "Can you imagine? We will preserve only those Scatterrans who kneel before you, before us, and call us sovereign, in the end." She smiled. Only those who worshiped the duo, him as God and her as the Matriarch, would survive.
"And all this thanks to the actions of those heathen demon scum on a tiny backwater world." It was wonderful. She couldn't help but be thoroughly pleased.
"As do I, my love." The two would have their own residence on the world, that he would make sure of. He returned the kiss, drawing back to both listen and admire his wife as she spoke. Already had she adjusted quite well to the Imperial role whilst still remaining a definite, constant factor. Nevermind, of course, her physical and mental beauty, how pure in mind and body she was.
Josef continued to smile, "I believe I can, meine Blume." He moved to place another kiss upon her lips, allowing his to linger for a moment as he savored her breath, sighing lightly as he did. "We will be the masters of the master race." He moved a hand back to the side of her face, tracing across her ear to draw it lightly over her hair. "Man and woman, husband and wife, father and mother - emperor and empress."
Josef continued to smile, "I believe I can, meine Blume." He moved to place another kiss upon her lips, allowing his to linger for a moment as he savored her breath, sighing lightly as he did. "We will be the masters of the master race." He moved a hand back to the side of her face, tracing across her ear to draw it lightly over her hair. "Man and woman, husband and wife, father and mother - emperor and empress."
"Lovely." She murmured, meaning every word of it. Masters of the master race indeed. She beamed at him. "For as logn as I, short lived as I am, will live, at least, I will rule with you, my love." She meant it too. She planned on being by his side her entire life, ruling Scatter.
Properly ruling it as well. Master of the mast race. "We'll break those heathens down into slaves, love. Slave who will over tme die out, don't you think?"
Properly ruling it as well. Master of the mast race. "We'll break those heathens down into slaves, love. Slave who will over tme die out, don't you think?"
Kampf smiled at that, his wife's taste for genocide already becoming as voracious as his own. A kiss soon followed her suggestion, followed soon by another, Kampf ceasing only to speak, his forehead against hers. "It's the only thing heathens are meant for love. Scatter über Alles, Kampf über Scatter." He allowed the maxim some time to sink in, the emperor simply enjoying the presence of his empress for a moment as his features began to drift back to neutrality.
"Linde." He spoke, moving to rub his cheek against hers, nuzzling her neck, taking in the scent of her perfume before whispering into her ear, a smirk creeping to the edges of his mouth. "You don't have to die, my Azrican flower."
"Linde." He spoke, moving to rub his cheek against hers, nuzzling her neck, taking in the scent of her perfume before whispering into her ear, a smirk creeping to the edges of his mouth. "You don't have to die, my Azrican flower."
"Scatter über Alles, Kampf über Scatter." She murmured. And she now was a Kampf, and she was now over Scatter. What a pleasant feeling. "My Josef? Not die? But I am not Goddess. The matriarch perhaps, but no goddess." Not immortal. She smiled though.
"Yes, my love." He spoke plainly, drawing back from her cheek to look her in the eye as he spoke, smiling, "To live forever. You might not be a goddess now, but... that can always change." The brown eyebrow that did draw her fair skin ushered a chuckle from the man, who soon moved to kiss it away, leaning back down to look at her evenly.
"My love, nothing's beyond my power." Nothing. "... time could not dare to impede our love, my empress. Not with what's at my hands."
"My love, nothing's beyond my power." Nothing. "... time could not dare to impede our love, my empress. Not with what's at my hands."
To live forever. She smiled. "It can, and nothing is out of your power." She said, then smiled. "I would love to be the goddess to your God, my Josef." She smiled slightly. To be a goddess. Liese had nothing on her, not anymore.
"Then let it be, Josef." She smiled. "I'll forever live by your side."
"Then let it be, Josef." She smiled. "I'll forever live by your side."
Josef kissed her again, lightly this time, remaining back to look her over for a moment longer. "You do want it, don't you?" He asked, checking to make sure she was serious, a dull emerald gaze digging into her own. Kampf certainly didn't want to have to muddle with a wife who changed her mind at the most inconvenient times. "It's not something... easily undone." He was certainly willing to make her his Goddess, if only she wanted it.
"Two halves to one whole, my Linde."
"Two halves to one whole, my Linde."
"Of course. My love, to be immortal by your side. I fear, the only thing I ever need to fear is boredom, and that is what the lesser races are for, is t now?" There was only one reason they could exist. To entertain.
Linde smile, and cupped his cheek in her hand. "We will not undo it. I will live forever with you, and the people will rejoice and worship us both. Already, they still celebrate our wedding."
Linde smile, and cupped his cheek in her hand. "We will not undo it. I will live forever with you, and the people will rejoice and worship us both. Already, they still celebrate our wedding."
Such was their reason for being, to serve the master race in whatever manner they saw fit. Whether that was to assist in the conquest and subjugation of those who dared to resist, or to build monuments dedicated to and sing praises of their masters. Josef chuckled lightly, squeezing her as he ran his hand down her side again. "... we do have each other for that." Boredom was of little concern to the God-Emperor.
He basked in the thought of her words for a moment, considering how glorious their combined existence would prove. "Kampf is mother, Kampf is father."
He basked in the thought of her words for a moment, considering how glorious their combined existence would prove. "Kampf is mother, Kampf is father."
"We do." She murmured. "And I can think of many things that we could do to entertain ourselves. Come with me to our room, my love, and let me show you." She whispered in his ear. Kampf is mother. Kampf is father. And she, she, Sieglinde nee Redwing was Kampf.
And nothing ever felt so good.
And nothing ever felt so good.
Matthias was, understandably, quite nervous, having lead his wife here with something of a guilty conscience. It didn't seem fair, him being called a father and she not by so many more. After all, they had asked where their mother was, if he was their father - a role he had begrudgingly accepted. Of course, he had no idea how Ilsa would react to all of these children, alien children, being so close to him.
She was tad unpredictable that way.
Already he knew they lay on the other side of the door, all waiting to meet someone special - as he had told them she was visiting today, but just not who she was. With a sigh of hesitation he opened the door, revealing the room beyond and the children inside. "Ilsa," He spoke, holding her had, "Diese ist mein Beruf jetzt. Sie is meine Kinder."
She was tad unpredictable that way.
Already he knew they lay on the other side of the door, all waiting to meet someone special - as he had told them she was visiting today, but just not who she was. With a sigh of hesitation he opened the door, revealing the room beyond and the children inside. "Ilsa," He spoke, holding her had, "Diese ist mein Beruf jetzt. Sie is meine Kinder."
"Deine Kinder?" She asked, eyes narrowed on him. "Deine Kinder sind Ilsabeth und Leoni." She warned him, already Not Pleased. The idea of him haing more infuriated her. She sighed and squeezed his hand. "Ich werde ihnen eine Chance." She told him, clearly not pleased, but willing to do this for him. What work involved her Matthias and children? "Nur die eine." She pushed open the door to find the children all lined up in two neat rows, smiling hopefully.
This was a lot of children. She hadn't expected...twenty it seemed.
This was a lot of children. She hadn't expected...twenty it seemed.
He slumped under her glare some, cheeks flushing slightly. It wasn't like he cheated on her - or would ever cheat on her - or that he shirked his duties to either Ilsabeth or Leoni. "Diese ist nicht meine Kinder." He stressed, hoping that she'd understand that they didn't come from his loins, but were certainly still his children.
"Eine." He repeated, nervous as the door parted to reveal the children all there, lined up neatly as he had told them. A smile placated itself on Matthias' face as he moved forward to greet them, kneeling down as he did to give each a hug. Of course, the small group display proved to be a chance for him to deliver a seed of quiet information.
"Sie ist mein Frau, und dein Mutter." He whispered to the little ones, "Sei nett zu ihr."
After the brief display, he stood, smiling as he looked back to Ilsa. "Triff die Kinder?"
"Eine." He repeated, nervous as the door parted to reveal the children all there, lined up neatly as he had told them. A smile placated itself on Matthias' face as he moved forward to greet them, kneeling down as he did to give each a hug. Of course, the small group display proved to be a chance for him to deliver a seed of quiet information.
"Sie ist mein Frau, und dein Mutter." He whispered to the little ones, "Sei nett zu ihr."
After the brief display, he stood, smiling as he looked back to Ilsa. "Triff die Kinder?"