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13 Characters Here
Thistle Erutin [142]
Erich Brenner [91]
Nixie Conner [59]
Josef Kampf [52]
Viktoria Kampf [17]
Augustus [17]
The Hegemony [8]
Josef Wagner [6] The monster unleashed...
The Director [2]
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The laps passed rather quickly, at least for Joachim, though he was terribly used to such a thing by now, and he was already dreading what he had planned for them once they got back in the classroom. More of the damnable history. The children didn't care about history, they wanted to do things... and the more they wanted to do things the more things they did to disrupt his class. Well. At least he could get them flogged. They new kid, Henri, was doing rather well for himself. He'd have someone take him by the quartermaster during the next period and get him some proper attire.
By the sixth lap, Henry was hard pressed to keep up, but at least he was moving and not in a stupid desk. The boy was tired by the final lap, and dragging his feet, at a slower than usual job, but he wasn't about to give in, not at all. He had... had... He wasn't about to be shown up by a buncha norms. Even if that's pretty much exactly what happened. He was glad to head back to the classroom when it came time. That was hard work, He wanted a break.
Hilsner barely had to work as the children policed themselves, the section leaders taking the initiative to make sure that everyone was where they needed to be in order for the class ahead, the teacher only followed them in through the sliding door once the last ones had filed in. Moving to sit behind his desk, which lay at the front left of the class room, the students aligned in parallel lines with it, and he soon set about to bringing up something on the viewscreen behind him, a film on the Hegemony-Collective war, that began with the Exodus. However, he soon took up a datapad and began to tap orders into it, summoning an assistant to get Henry fitted into some fatigues.
Henry was very glad to go, and hopped up eagerly, jogging, ignoring the protests in his legs. He smiled t o Miss Mecklen, not speaking cause of the film and followed her on. Quiet as a mouse. No guns, no bombs, no cars. Quiet as a mouse. This sucked. He wouldn't be able to behave himself too much longer, and the say wasn't even to lunch yes. Once they were out of the class, he spoke. "Heil Kampf, Miss Mecklen."
She smiled at the boy, returning his salute and spoke rather pleasantly, "Sieg heil, Fritz. How's your day been so far?" They two were walking down the hallway, and it was obvious that the military, if she was in it, wasn't as harsh on her as it was on Hilsner. Her face was rather free of the stressed marks and wrinkles of a weathered individual, what's more she also didn't bear a wedding band, which probably played a part in things.
"I don't think I like school, Miss Mecklen. It's very boring." He admitted. "I can already shoot, and why else would I come, except to learn that?" He asked, not certain he was supposed to. He was definitely asking his mom to take him out of school. For sure.
Alke sighed and watched the flickering hologram of her mother, a candid shot in the family's private room, form when Thistle was young. Mother.... They had never been close, but it still hurt, still ached. and witht he destruction of her empire following so soon after. Habit alone kept her going, getting dressed in her uniform, despite being on leave. She hadn't worn a dress since her mother's death, except for official functions she could not avoid.
Erich echoed Alke from behind the counter in the apartment, hidden partially in the small kitchen of the place. Turning back to his task at hand, placing what dishes they had into the neutron cleaner, he couldn't help but slump his shoulders. He wanted to say something, to try and make her feel better, or to relate, but he couldn't. He left the thing to its business as he turned it on, and strode, as best he could, from the small space to where he could actually look at Alke. She had spoken of it, briefly, and from what he understood things were rather confusing but quite upsetting for her, and with a rather soft tone, almost as if he wasn't sure he should say it, he spoke, "I'm sorry, I wish I could've met her."
She looked to her husband and smiled tightly. "We were supposed to attend Steel's graduation. It was to be a big to do." she murmured and shook her head. "She wouldn't have like you. Towards the end, mother was...was not herself. I think she may have, had she been okay." She said and sighed. "Hold me a little while?"
Erich smiled, not overly so as it would've been rather inappropriate, rather similar in nature to hers as he approached her, moving oddly without his cane, and, speaking as he did, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders, "Regardless, she was your mother. I'm sure that things wouldn't have been that bad..." Given, Erich had never met her and he didn't exactly know how untrue these words were, but he was also trying to comfort his rather distressed wife, so perhaps the offense was excusable. He pulled her closer to him with a sigh and wrapped his arms about her upper back, "The uniform favors you, dear."
With a gentle kiss to the top of her head he spoke, not wanting her to feel responsible for his issues. She already had more than enough on her shoulders, "Don't be, you didn't know." He felt his heart's burden lifted, however, with the new topic at hand -- the mending of his leg -- and his smile returned, "I would love it..." He didn't speak as he trailed off, though, thinking on the matter, "... so long as you don't mind." He didn't want her to go through with something that she didn't agree with, such wouldn't sit right with him, and he looked to her, making sure that she wouldn't mind if he got his leg back.
"I still have a pilot's certification, if I got my leg back, I might be able to take you flying." It seemed to be an odd invitation, but it was an honest one, and one that Erich held highly. The only time he ever felt so free or liberated in his life besides whenever he was around her was when he was in the sky.
"I still have a pilot's certification, if I got my leg back, I might be able to take you flying." It seemed to be an odd invitation, but it was an honest one, and one that Erich held highly. The only time he ever felt so free or liberated in his life besides whenever he was around her was when he was in the sky.
"Flying? I've never been." She murmured, pleased. "And why would I mind? You are my Erich, leg, or no leg." she promise and kissed his cheek. "I think I would like that. I'll make them schedule you soon." she said and curled up against him, wiping her tears away.
Flying. I would be a novel experience to fly. She had never quite gotten the hang out it, and had given up learning how when quite young.
Flying. I would be a novel experience to fly. She had never quite gotten the hang out it, and had given up learning how when quite young.
Alke laughed at the sudden tumble, shocked, and yet thrilled, as she fell too. She caught herself just above him and smile down at him. "I don't know. I'm no doctor." she said happiy, and kissed his chest, before trying to right herself. That wasn't happening. "Doctor things. they would do doctor things. Maybe nano-surgery, or maybe replace it entirely. Knowing them, there will be a shot or six for it. Erutin doctors are very big on shots."
He still held her, though now only his left hand was on her back, leaning forward as he cupped her head with his right hand, his thumb behind her ear. With a playful smirk he teased her, "Doctor things? That sounds very professional, Empress." Given, he realized soon after that the title might upset her, and he tried to distract her from such poor thoughts with a brief kiss. He couldn't help but be excited, just to think of everything he could do with his leg again! "... but, you know, I'm not Erutin."
She returned the kiss with a smile. "Ex-empress. Or in training monarch. I suspect Queen suits best now." She admitted and shrugged. "And I know. They
The thought rather excited him, almost as much as flying. To think that he might be a King... "You speak as if I'd refuse..." He hugged her again, pressing her tightly as he spoke, "It's enough of a dream to be with you now, I don't know if I can handle such thoughts all at once..." It was true, he was happy enough simply being with her that he wouldn't require all that much more, but a leg... that was enough of a boon. The Emperor was kind to him, truly, to not only send her his way, but to make her such an amazing woman. "One thing at a time."
Thistle was understandable nervous for this meeting. She had not seen this man since she as a wee girl spying on her mother after all, and he had died...only to be brought back again! Absolutely shocking! She still didn't understand it all. She knocked politely before entering, very nervous about this. "My Lord."
She saluted him and glanced around. Oh! It was almost like he was meeting with Mother. Tea, two chairs and a small table. It was almost nostalgic. He was kinder than even her sweet husband had said. And she had been learning much about him.
She saluted him and glanced around. Oh! It was almost like he was meeting with Mother. Tea, two chairs and a small table. It was almost nostalgic. He was kinder than even her sweet husband had said. And she had been learning much about him.
Kampf soon turned to the door, rising from his seat, and with a nod to the two guards flanking the door, he bade her to enter. He returned her salute as she entered, approaching by a stride or two as she spoke, to gain a better look at the young woman before him. He offered her a warm, paternal smile, his boots clicking against the tile as he did, "You look just like her, Thistle."
He had read her dossier, and he knew some of her, but not a terribly detailed swath of information. She had planted herself here in the Hegemony for some time, even before her home had fallen, and such would add an interesting dynamic to their interactions. However, he did speak the truth. One could see Wing in her, and not just in her looks.
He had read her dossier, and he knew some of her, but not a terribly detailed swath of information. She had planted herself here in the Hegemony for some time, even before her home had fallen, and such would add an interesting dynamic to their interactions. However, he did speak the truth. One could see Wing in her, and not just in her looks.
"Thank you. I prefer to." She admitted quietly. "She was a good woman, my Lord." She wasn't certain what to do, to be honest. This was exactly something covered She nervously remained standing, folding her hands in front of her. She had elected for a demure gown for the occasion, not her uniform, and almost wished for the comfort of her mechanic's suit.
"Thank you for allowing my people to join your Empire, my Lord, and remain a part of it."
"Thank you for allowing my people to join your Empire, my Lord, and remain a part of it."
Kampf nodded in affirmation to her assessment of her mother and soon turned to glance back to the chairs as she offered thanks to him, something which warranted a curious look to back to her, and he did his best to play it off. "Thistle, it is the least that I can do to repay not only your people's character, but your mother's memory." He paused for a moment after that, before assuming a rather melancholic look, "... I'm most sorry about her."
He sighed, glancing back to the chairs for a moment and gesturing to them with an open hand, "But, shall we? It's been quite a while since I've had the chance to speak with an Erutin."
He sighed, glancing back to the chairs for a moment and gesturing to them with an open hand, "But, shall we? It's been quite a while since I've had the chance to speak with an Erutin."
She smiled and took her seat delicately, well trained to sit just so, smooth her skirt of just so. "I would love to speak with you. I'm only said my brother could not be here. He often watched you when you came on Dev Eru, when we were children, and tried to sneak into yours and mother's talks. You are my brother's hero." And had it not been for that hero worship, she would have never settled here to be near her absent twin. Her heart quietly yearned for the comfort of the twin bond, but it was not to be.
"Steel, I've read about him." Kampf sighed, doing his best to emulate the feeling of longing, "He's quite valiant. He's a Scharführer now, though I don't think, from the reports, that he's doing very well." It was true, his division had been thrown into the thick of fighting against Erutin insurgents and usurpers, and he was serving his purpose as a bridge quite well. "But, enough of that. Tell me, what do you see for the future of House Erutin?"
He was curious, to be sure, as to what she perceived as their role in the Hegemony. Whether it was in line with his vision or not had yet to be seen.
He was curious, to be sure, as to what she perceived as their role in the Hegemony. Whether it was in line with his vision or not had yet to be seen.
"Scharführer! My brother advances. I ought to send a message." she murmured, though that he was fighting their own people tore at her. "As for our future? My husband and I are still struggling to stand as it is. It's a rough transition, and even as a Great House, or place in society is a bit too odd for many of the other houses to touch. The Archduchess was very helpful to us before your ascension, but since, she has been too busy to advise me." She admitted with a blush.
"I hope for a bright future, my lord, with children and a House rich enough to support them. I am sure you already know, that we have concentrated on medical research bringing us fruit." Though Thistle relied on managers to handle much of it for her, she learned as she watched them closely.
"I hope for a bright future, my lord, with children and a House rich enough to support them. I am sure you already know, that we have concentrated on medical research bringing us fruit." Though Thistle relied on managers to handle much of it for her, she learned as she watched them closely.
"I would be glad to have her. She's very kind to me." It was a welcome change. "And...Well, I suppose like any other birth." She admitted. "Hybrid children have been born before, though only to one couple. They found that the feritility...changes. They may not have as many children as many others do, but my people havetoo many as is." She admitted with a scowl.
"Either way, it will be a few years until I am mature enough to give birth." She said happily. "So I don't worry as such on it."
"Either way, it will be a few years until I am mature enough to give birth." She said happily. "So I don't worry as such on it."
"It is as refreshing to speak to you as Mother said." she complimented. It was shocking enough that he had come back from the dead! He! She had been paying more attention during sermons after that, reading and seeking an answer. "I understand your a courting a lady yourself, my Lord?" she wanted to confirm it wasn't yet another base rumor she had heard, after all.