NationStates Jolt Archive

[OOC: This is my intro, do not post unless you TG me first please, its not that hard, and stops people comming in and attacking me]

A vision, he could feel it, the tug of it. It was asking him to stay, to help them, but he knew this was not his task. His task was to watch, to help his own people, his own reality. He watched, he saw it all now.

Before him stood a city, people went about the lives they lived. He watched as their pace began to quicken, as they began to move faster and more frantic pace. He could see the similarities now, the moon had stoped rising, he didn't know how he knew, but he knew he had.

And then the flames started, he saw near the city, the flames burning towards them, chaos, he could tell, the flames would ruin lives, would turn the city from the ordered place to a place ruined with chaos. He looked on, considering helping them, but he knew in an instant he would not need to.

For then the Rain came, Hard, Unrelenting, it tore apart the flames as if they where nothing. Steam rose, but the city would be safe. He saw as a new moon rose, and below, the people went about their business, albeit there was a differance. He didn't know what it was, but it was almost as if the moon had a different feel, more dominating, requiring more for what it did...

...then just the unasking moon of present. He woke, looking around the room with bleary eyes. He felt confused...the visions always left him in this state. He then began to remember the vision in his mind.

S'argt...that had always been the moon in his visions. The Moon, a Mirical of Science, which had yeilded so much to them. S'argt, which had brought them into the new age, the age of peace.

Or at least, questionalble peace. True, there where still little wars, but they where so formal now. Mostly the Various Veldruk moved against eachother in other ways now. But their power was limited any way, the true power since the discovery of S'argt was the M'thainen, the Priests of Science. He fingered the scars on his face, sliced into him upon his initiation. As he considered it, they where not a nation, but they where united. At least, they would be, as long as they where insured their protection.

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"S'argt has failed?" Obok'M'thain Nesst'dyah said to the cowering form before him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes my lord" The poor Amankil said, looking worried. "It has been in this position for several weeks, things that never got through before have, its generating NO power, and the Mind had left it." He looked scared. "Has the Omniia deserted us?"

"I do not know boy...but I do not like how this is going...not at all." Nesset'dyah waved the Amankil away, who ran, lest he worry the Obok'M'thian more.

"S'gart failed" the man wondered to himself. "What shall we do?"

"We wait brother" he heard, and turned to find his brother, M'elzar Ulin standing before him. He looked at his brother confused, who spoke. "I had a vision, and several of my colleges had the same, a vision of what is to come, we shall avert this disaster...and those that come from the sky shall replace the Guardian." he smilied. "There will be change, but we will be granted what we need, we shall avert the chaos."

"I hope your visions are right brother" the Obok'M'thian said. "Or our unity will end...i am sure of it."

As spontanious as the rain, the Victory class frigate Inferno appeared in a sector previously uncharted. It was to be a routine exploration mission, with the possibility of setting up a mining colony or something of that liking.

The ship slid through the void towards the center of the sector, and scanned the nearby planet, which was partially obstructed by the moon that was orbiting around this side of it at that particular moment. Meraculously, there was life down there, intelligent life. A closer look would be in order, and so the vessel moved ever closer to the planet, wary of any dangers that the planet might spring if they were considered hostile...or considered at all.

In Orbit of the world, there where satalites, great metal things that broadcasted across the country. THese satalites also however, had the duel perpous of finding out if anything was approching the planet. Once, not long ago, these would automaticall be transmitted to the Defence station, which then tore the object from the sky.

This wasn't an option this time, and while technology was a religion to them, the Koratan had never develouped in space weaponry. The main reason being, there was simply never a reason, S'argt had always protected them.

Hence it was, a Transmission was sent to the ship instead, crystal clear and fast, in a human voice.

-Vel'uss ph' dos? Vel'bol ph' dos ghil whol?-

The odd transmission was recieved, but the language was not catalogued, so the translators could be of no help. The vessel continued on its path, ignoring the undeciphered message and began to enter the atmosphere of the planet, still preparing for any hostile actions from the people of this world.

The greatest structure on the planet was the position seen as the most profitable for a meeting of these people, and thus that is where the Inferno went. Shortly after, a shuttle left the ship and headed down towards the confused crowds below. It landed and out came six men wearing black glowing armour, and a seventh man wearing but a white tunic.

"Ave," he said smiling to the startled crowds.

The High Temple was...Titanic. There was really no other word for it. It extended for almost ten kilometers in every Direction from the Center. It looked, from above, like a giant Gear. The Temple was a Workhouse of Machinery, Factories and people. When the ship came in, three people where ready for the shuttle.

One was Obek'M'Thian Nesst'dyah, High Priest of the Yathrin D'rinovdron, order of the machine. He stood tall, his face inscribed with runes, with wires visably running under his skin. He watched the approching through a mechanical and Biological eye. His hair was mohawk and spiked, and the pipes and machinery made him look more like a robot.

Next to him stood his brother, M'elzar Ulin of the Quarth De'faer. The Man was High Seer, and his eyes veiwed the approching creature with the Grey Orbs that where followers of the seer. He wore a long flowing robe of BLack, and in his hands he held a Obsidion walking stick.

And A bit to the side of both stood Jallil'Delssinssrigg. The woman was gorgeous, although she had forsaken the upgrades that many had done. Compleatly Koratan, she veiwed the man before her through Blue eyes. She wore a halter dress, the strands leaving her shoulders bare. HEr hair, Jet black, hung down her back.

It was then that Ulin moved forward. He smiled, raising his hand to the man before him. The man would feel his mind being studied, the language he spoke being divined...then dispursed to those around him.

"Hello, Emperor Julian" He said, bowing. "Your understanding of the Machine is great Omniia."

Julian was taken rather aback at the statement, he had not revealed his name, so he assumed the odd feeling in his head was them reading it, must have telepathin abilities.

"Right pretty spell you've got here, right pretty. Rain much?" he said, unconcerned about the fact that he had just met them and was choosing to discuss the weather. He eyed the three of them, noting the mechanical devices on the two males and then...he lost his composer a bit, but quickly regained it, and held his face stern while he composed himself again. Then with a meek smile waited for the three to answer his question.

Ulin shrugged, looking up at the sky, which was dark and stormy. He smiled, looking at the man before him.

"Only when it is nessersary, Dear Omniia, Only when nessersary." he gestured towards his brother. "May I introduce His Grace Obek'M'Thian Nesst'dyah, and her Lady Ship Jallil'Dessinssrigg." Both of them bowed, before Ulin spoke. "I myself am M'elzar Ulin. Our Lady ship here shall be your guide, but for the time, I there are things to discuss."

Julian smiled a bit at hearing that the woman would be escorting him around personally, but alas, he was drawn back into the real world from his wandering mind by politics.
"Yes, things to discuss, I forgot that we just met, and that you are a peoples until now never discovered by anyone we know of. My mind must be in those dark clouds of yours." he smiled at the girl. "I hope you don't mind, but I shall have two of my honour guards acompagnie me throughout my trip, and I shall send for my top advisor, General Secundus Sallustius, to come down and meet you also. Would this be satisfactory if you were to leave an escort for my man so he can join us later?"

The two men nodded, noticing the Emperor watching the lady next to them. Both ignored it, it didn't really bother them.

"We will make sure he finds you, now, follow us." he smiled. "We shall go somewhere more comfortable."

"Excellent," Julian replied, "I'm sure I'll have a lovely time." He looked back at his guards, who began following him, and then back ahead at the area he was being led to, the giant gear as it were.

As they marched through the hallways, machinery was decorating. They continued, the floor beneath them moving the same direction they did, increasing the speed of which they moved.

As they moved on, Jallil explained the small amounts of history, that the nationstates had united after the Great war, and the Temple had been founded upon the discovery of the great station. THey then came to a door, which opened.

And therein stood a table, which the three sat at.

"So Emperor, what can we do to assist the Republic?" Ulin said, nodding.

Julian looked surprised, but then remembered they could read his mind.
"Well," he began, "we would love to have your nation within our ranks, as it were. We are always looking for new blood...oil," he let out a small chuckle, "and would be absolutly thrilled to have you aboard. Simply thrilled." He said the last sentence while letting a small glance at the woman again. He then cocked an eyebrow as he turned back to the man who had asked him the question, "But I believe you already knew that."

Ulin smiled, nodding silently. "Yes...I did, but its always nice to ask" he smiled, turning to Jallil. "Dear Lady...Uloth'Kor Jallil Ni." he said. She nodded.

"Now...a slight condition to the joining..." he nodded to the lady besides him. "We need an excuse...not a big one, simply taking on say...one of the Che'le as a Concubine...spouse...it matters not." he smiled. "Our lady here has had visions of herself being the aversion...and I agree with her on this." he smiled.

"Those are the Terms, free ability to delve into any technology of the Republic we can, and you simply take on our lady here as some position in your government."

"A spouse?" Julian stuttered, "w-Well, matters of state have never entered the bedroom of a Taledonian Emperor, and an arranged marriage with someone who is not a Taledonian would not be taken too well by the populus. Perhaps if you were to give me some time? Say to explore your nation, take in the culture, and above all get to know this individual, who's name is still unknown to me, besides what it's called in your native language." He recollected, "...and what do you mean by aversion?"