Gaian Ascendancy
01-05-2006, 08:12
It was a standard, crystal clear day upon this magical world made of everything magic that simply wasn't. As ancient, yet as young as it was, it held the same views as tenderly to the eye as it always did, from the moment Foundation met the past bringers of art that made the world in the first place.
A late afternoon view of the ancient skies that hold current breath of live vibrant, where an Excellency takes perchance away from any matters, rather to concern with a peaceful, quiet view of night taking hold over the Homeworld, the terminator of day and night well begun upon this landscape.
The Palace Tree's monolithic branches, covered in white and green leaves of more than one kind of tree, of it's own living whim, the Tree, beheld the crystalic view below amid deepening shadows of the city of Minas Jurai`alheim, the ancient eons old city that had only seen current life of the advanced for a century now. The gleaming spires, rounds, and achitecture of the Ascendants, was laced through by the intersperced forests, and symbiotic traffic zipping through in layers of neat rows. Nature and civilization amid each other.
Further, the Hikari Gulf glimmered in deepening blues and shadows further as the sunlight waned. The seas shimmered with the glint from the high above rings and moons of the Homeworld, above a gorgeous ring structure of both natural and artifical, glowed white and silvers in blue, green and it's own color, with haolic effect, was joined by the Primary moon, it's twin others someplace beneath his feet on the other side of the globe, the twin 'glow' causing jewel like shimmer amid the same guilded seas.
Further, the horizon was occasionally interrupted by star traffic hither and tither, as well as long distance terrestrial shuttles and craft. The horizon beyond was darening with the impeccable detail of the stars amid their stellar location, the hints of the melded galaxy beyond growing past the haze of the atmosphere, lessened of sunlight's dominance.
Aleaic watched all this, for the natural 'chaos' of it all, as much for the serenity of the moment, of the small personal Overlook at the very apex of the Palace Tree. Few branches reached past to obscure view, and the sea breeze met the mountain breeze from behind. The plain white diamond and white steel structure rose like a large leaf (Looks like one too..) from the apex, a stairwell of great length within, leading to the Personal Quarters deep within.
It was one of several all across the Tree, at different wanted viewpoints amid the great, living partner, that garnered moments like this. One of reflection, with the same mountain and ssea breezes mingling, despite Climatization controls.
Nothing more than a serene moment. One to think and ponder.
Lady Seto rose from the same stairwell, the Palace sensors (and the Tree itself,) giving unerring location of the emperor. Her chiming words upon appearing, more than obvious to Aleaic's senses. "Come again, another day in a row to think?"
Aleaic does not turn his head, starring at the view as he speaks. "I'll save the usual 'why' I'm here. Your words last night make me ponder continuous."
Seto, carrying a single Padd with her usual work laden within it's holographic display, waves it with her hands in a sigh. "I told you to not dwell. Never going to listen, are you kid?"
Al however remarks to her suprise. "What are we going to do for the next century? I mean this, this time. I think we've come to a new impass."
Seto didn't expect that. Instead of worries of a personal nature now, now came one of apparently the whole Sphere and it's Confenderacy along side. She calmly rounds to his left and tries to offer. "Well at least it's not about your amnesia or the Consortium Guild now. Good to hear." ..she then considers.. "..and the history to come is as unwritten as the past century has been, good and ill all of it."
Al considers the previous 'Dal' name he had been esconded for awhile, a few months back after a secret attempt by another Ascended Realm called the Consortioum Guild nearly tore the Ascendancy Sphere apart through the worst subtrefuge possible. The attack of 'lesser' angel agents against Aleaic's own person around Terra, two months of hell as an imposter, the actual Guild Technomage Lord of the Guild, took over as 'Aleaic', and nearly brought the Ascendancy down via one of the Pillars of this entire empire.
Family.
Yet even after the imposter was exposed and defeated on Terra, the Excellency was still 'Dal', and not Aleaic. The road to recover the king from the disenchanted boy, despite all family and power, took a road that still both haunts and awes the Sphere, and Family Core, to this moment.
It all had now become a road of deepest reflection. Aleaic was here at the end of this path, from internal inflection of two weeks past, to that of his family and friends, and now.. the empire itself.
Aleaic was considering the road that the Guild had feared most.
"As little as three centuries to become a power as near equal, if not more than the Heavenly masters we look up to. If the Guild Lord was so fearful of this, dare I not ask of the future for us all?
I don't know. Deserved or not, it scares me despite all awe of what I do know 'now'. If only there was a damn guide to use."
Seto shakes her head immedaitely, knowing Al's words are just spoken, and not meant to be fully serious. "No path has a guide. Just one that might now the best route, but not all routes.
If you want an opinion." ..she then turns to Aleaic and poks him in the left arm. "..the only one that can determine it for us all now, is you."
Aleaic looks at her dryly and growls. "That doesn't help me lady."
Seto echoes this and then smirks. "I'm for worrying about treaties, not the total future of existence. I'm not the Power bub, dear me."
Aleaic turns back to the view, now much darker, the stars becoming dominant. He then offers to his worry beyond measure. "Are we 'really' supposed to become another 'Heaven' somewhere else in the Existence?
And what the heaven does that make me?" ..ending with a shiver, mindful of what he hates considering the 'worst' of all things possible. Being a god. Any format considerable.
Seto tries to be helpful, not really able, and through the soft breeze.. "Maybe you need to start over, in a fashion."
Aleaic.. "Eh?" ..looking.
Seto then comments. "You know what bugs me about our realm the most these days?" ..splitting between Al and the skyline below. "We left behind our kind, innocent natures for a more militaristic one. Sure, helping others through arms is nice. Being a strong force of light, with swords and all, is good. But we haven't been a mediator, and more a participant these days.
If you want my opinion, maybe we are losing trust, and gaining more distrust, taking away from what made us when there was Foundation."
Seto then stops and suddenly begins to leave. Aleaic knows this tactic, saying just enough, but not too much, to get Aleaic's mind to consider on it's own. Seto trusted Aleaic despite age and personal natures, with the big decision. The one that changed history in the Sphere Republic.
Here, she stopped, to remind him just enough, of the days the Ascendancy was a single planet, and they were struggling on a pristine, virgin world being just colonized. Being advanced, with militaries and prestiege was one thing of course, but it actually wasn't what 'made' the Ascendancy.
Aleaic sees her dissapear like a shadow, and he realizes from her words. "We're not longer innocent." ..as not if it was supposed to happen anyway, but instead as a core facet of the Gaian.
The one that knew that nature was both fragile, and powerful, without any actual artifical assistance. That worlds die, and live, by the innocent, yet drastic nature that Aleaic enjoyed by view now. The one that didn't worry about outside forces, and instead worried of forces no outside force can control.
Things forgotten all too easily as time, air, clouds, inertia, love, thought, more... and more.. things taken for granted that had more power than a superlaser ever could. Things that made existing even possible, and held it all together.
And could take it all away from everyone, everyone, at any time, for any reason.
The Gaian that knew that enjoying the moment was religion on it's own, and that forgetting that, and being like those left behind on Terra, before Foundation and the Homeworld, and knew taking such for granted was to, despite such anyway, would weaken the link with what the Gaian allied with the most.
It all came down to a word that was unuttered, one that can't be, because that word was one that existed before all time and existence, in a language of a nature, where nature was something else completely, that existed before Creation itself. Words that aren't a language, and hardly eco or psychobable, and more of the kind only the Almighty and the Eldest Powers beyond all comprehension hinted thought upon.
Worry not, for not even Aleaic, Power of this Guardianship, knew fully how to interpret this. But he could understand that the Ascendancy was not the mediator anymore, and was the mover among many. The angels after all, approached the mediator, and not the mover first.
They had too much of the wrong power. Creating planets was different from the power Aleaic was thinking, a creation type one that in this case, happened to meld with mediation. The power to create, and not destroy.
Creating, without actually destroying anything at all to do it. Something that even mediation laden in, since for the Ascendancy, to help other worlds of 'any' kind, without harming one iota of even ego to do it, was one of the founding goals of the Sphere.
So, and in the grasp of dark, Aleaic stands there, wondering what new destiny, despite current reality, how to shift things all normal, to a mindset back where the Foundation once lay dominance.
The name and title itself gave clue where to consider how where to go for the next century.
"Maybe it's time to consider a plan for a new existence for us all."
He considered something that wasn't in the nature of normal thinking anymore, and was more like when he was forced to move his 'entire' empire through the power of his mind, to the Supercluster they reside in now.
His imagination was not meek here. It considered even the words of his GrandFather, way back of that day of him discovering his destiny. Then it hit him there.
He hadn't 'actually' begun to consider the 'real' possibilities of existence, and what he could do with it. All in 'his' oen way. He hardly anymore was the irresponsible type, instead, he considered things no other king, emperor, dark lord, demon master, mage, or being of such self considered true power, ever could dare accomplish.
What if destiny 'was' what you made of it. No one knew it at the time, but that first hint of the possibilities in his mind, would one day, ten thousand years from 'now', would form the Antarra Dimension, as of a mind equal of Almighty's own Great Creation.
Not from ego, but from the Gaian Core ideal. To create without destroying. Al's mind revolved around this like a giddy child of innocence for a moment. It was this the Guild Lord rightly feared, and the Dark Lord Mulhorand hated so dearly.
Eventually, Aleaic 'would' create with just and responsible cause, successfuly, new life. But not now. No where even 'close'.
Instead, the mind of the king regressed back to a more human stance, and considered his environs, starry and all. He would consider a new way to approach the other empires, not from impressment or ego, but from creative measures. Ones meant to enchance the sense of pure trust the Ascendancy held to heart.
"There you are." Aleaic hears, startled from his intense thoughts, to the sight most beloved and teal tressed. He smiles. "Beloved."
"Likewise." Tsunami says just long enough to walk up to him and impress a deep and fire impassioned kiss upon him, long and deep it lasts into the minutes before pulling away for...
"Dinner's ready."
Aleaic smiles. "Of course. Cutlets and taters was it?"
"Sasami and Jennifer indeed."
The now deep, starfield beyond, dominated by the melded galaxies light-years beyond more, of night, is left alone. It's viewer returning to his treasure below, family.
--
*The Great Sphere Beyonds...*
The normal bustle of the intergalactic Sphere Republic continues without abatement or reappoach. For now, peace ensues. But what shall come to it's borders today? No one can know, but history unwritten.
.........and unto..........
((OC- Well, a long reintro. Just pop in at random, just wanted to give a viewpoint where I'm going to start Rping towards. Less war, and more marvels. All up to you guys where to go from here in this thread.
Bumps welcome.. =^^= ))
A late afternoon view of the ancient skies that hold current breath of live vibrant, where an Excellency takes perchance away from any matters, rather to concern with a peaceful, quiet view of night taking hold over the Homeworld, the terminator of day and night well begun upon this landscape.
The Palace Tree's monolithic branches, covered in white and green leaves of more than one kind of tree, of it's own living whim, the Tree, beheld the crystalic view below amid deepening shadows of the city of Minas Jurai`alheim, the ancient eons old city that had only seen current life of the advanced for a century now. The gleaming spires, rounds, and achitecture of the Ascendants, was laced through by the intersperced forests, and symbiotic traffic zipping through in layers of neat rows. Nature and civilization amid each other.
Further, the Hikari Gulf glimmered in deepening blues and shadows further as the sunlight waned. The seas shimmered with the glint from the high above rings and moons of the Homeworld, above a gorgeous ring structure of both natural and artifical, glowed white and silvers in blue, green and it's own color, with haolic effect, was joined by the Primary moon, it's twin others someplace beneath his feet on the other side of the globe, the twin 'glow' causing jewel like shimmer amid the same guilded seas.
Further, the horizon was occasionally interrupted by star traffic hither and tither, as well as long distance terrestrial shuttles and craft. The horizon beyond was darening with the impeccable detail of the stars amid their stellar location, the hints of the melded galaxy beyond growing past the haze of the atmosphere, lessened of sunlight's dominance.
Aleaic watched all this, for the natural 'chaos' of it all, as much for the serenity of the moment, of the small personal Overlook at the very apex of the Palace Tree. Few branches reached past to obscure view, and the sea breeze met the mountain breeze from behind. The plain white diamond and white steel structure rose like a large leaf (Looks like one too..) from the apex, a stairwell of great length within, leading to the Personal Quarters deep within.
It was one of several all across the Tree, at different wanted viewpoints amid the great, living partner, that garnered moments like this. One of reflection, with the same mountain and ssea breezes mingling, despite Climatization controls.
Nothing more than a serene moment. One to think and ponder.
Lady Seto rose from the same stairwell, the Palace sensors (and the Tree itself,) giving unerring location of the emperor. Her chiming words upon appearing, more than obvious to Aleaic's senses. "Come again, another day in a row to think?"
Aleaic does not turn his head, starring at the view as he speaks. "I'll save the usual 'why' I'm here. Your words last night make me ponder continuous."
Seto, carrying a single Padd with her usual work laden within it's holographic display, waves it with her hands in a sigh. "I told you to not dwell. Never going to listen, are you kid?"
Al however remarks to her suprise. "What are we going to do for the next century? I mean this, this time. I think we've come to a new impass."
Seto didn't expect that. Instead of worries of a personal nature now, now came one of apparently the whole Sphere and it's Confenderacy along side. She calmly rounds to his left and tries to offer. "Well at least it's not about your amnesia or the Consortium Guild now. Good to hear." ..she then considers.. "..and the history to come is as unwritten as the past century has been, good and ill all of it."
Al considers the previous 'Dal' name he had been esconded for awhile, a few months back after a secret attempt by another Ascended Realm called the Consortioum Guild nearly tore the Ascendancy Sphere apart through the worst subtrefuge possible. The attack of 'lesser' angel agents against Aleaic's own person around Terra, two months of hell as an imposter, the actual Guild Technomage Lord of the Guild, took over as 'Aleaic', and nearly brought the Ascendancy down via one of the Pillars of this entire empire.
Family.
Yet even after the imposter was exposed and defeated on Terra, the Excellency was still 'Dal', and not Aleaic. The road to recover the king from the disenchanted boy, despite all family and power, took a road that still both haunts and awes the Sphere, and Family Core, to this moment.
It all had now become a road of deepest reflection. Aleaic was here at the end of this path, from internal inflection of two weeks past, to that of his family and friends, and now.. the empire itself.
Aleaic was considering the road that the Guild had feared most.
"As little as three centuries to become a power as near equal, if not more than the Heavenly masters we look up to. If the Guild Lord was so fearful of this, dare I not ask of the future for us all?
I don't know. Deserved or not, it scares me despite all awe of what I do know 'now'. If only there was a damn guide to use."
Seto shakes her head immedaitely, knowing Al's words are just spoken, and not meant to be fully serious. "No path has a guide. Just one that might now the best route, but not all routes.
If you want an opinion." ..she then turns to Aleaic and poks him in the left arm. "..the only one that can determine it for us all now, is you."
Aleaic looks at her dryly and growls. "That doesn't help me lady."
Seto echoes this and then smirks. "I'm for worrying about treaties, not the total future of existence. I'm not the Power bub, dear me."
Aleaic turns back to the view, now much darker, the stars becoming dominant. He then offers to his worry beyond measure. "Are we 'really' supposed to become another 'Heaven' somewhere else in the Existence?
And what the heaven does that make me?" ..ending with a shiver, mindful of what he hates considering the 'worst' of all things possible. Being a god. Any format considerable.
Seto tries to be helpful, not really able, and through the soft breeze.. "Maybe you need to start over, in a fashion."
Aleaic.. "Eh?" ..looking.
Seto then comments. "You know what bugs me about our realm the most these days?" ..splitting between Al and the skyline below. "We left behind our kind, innocent natures for a more militaristic one. Sure, helping others through arms is nice. Being a strong force of light, with swords and all, is good. But we haven't been a mediator, and more a participant these days.
If you want my opinion, maybe we are losing trust, and gaining more distrust, taking away from what made us when there was Foundation."
Seto then stops and suddenly begins to leave. Aleaic knows this tactic, saying just enough, but not too much, to get Aleaic's mind to consider on it's own. Seto trusted Aleaic despite age and personal natures, with the big decision. The one that changed history in the Sphere Republic.
Here, she stopped, to remind him just enough, of the days the Ascendancy was a single planet, and they were struggling on a pristine, virgin world being just colonized. Being advanced, with militaries and prestiege was one thing of course, but it actually wasn't what 'made' the Ascendancy.
Aleaic sees her dissapear like a shadow, and he realizes from her words. "We're not longer innocent." ..as not if it was supposed to happen anyway, but instead as a core facet of the Gaian.
The one that knew that nature was both fragile, and powerful, without any actual artifical assistance. That worlds die, and live, by the innocent, yet drastic nature that Aleaic enjoyed by view now. The one that didn't worry about outside forces, and instead worried of forces no outside force can control.
Things forgotten all too easily as time, air, clouds, inertia, love, thought, more... and more.. things taken for granted that had more power than a superlaser ever could. Things that made existing even possible, and held it all together.
And could take it all away from everyone, everyone, at any time, for any reason.
The Gaian that knew that enjoying the moment was religion on it's own, and that forgetting that, and being like those left behind on Terra, before Foundation and the Homeworld, and knew taking such for granted was to, despite such anyway, would weaken the link with what the Gaian allied with the most.
It all came down to a word that was unuttered, one that can't be, because that word was one that existed before all time and existence, in a language of a nature, where nature was something else completely, that existed before Creation itself. Words that aren't a language, and hardly eco or psychobable, and more of the kind only the Almighty and the Eldest Powers beyond all comprehension hinted thought upon.
Worry not, for not even Aleaic, Power of this Guardianship, knew fully how to interpret this. But he could understand that the Ascendancy was not the mediator anymore, and was the mover among many. The angels after all, approached the mediator, and not the mover first.
They had too much of the wrong power. Creating planets was different from the power Aleaic was thinking, a creation type one that in this case, happened to meld with mediation. The power to create, and not destroy.
Creating, without actually destroying anything at all to do it. Something that even mediation laden in, since for the Ascendancy, to help other worlds of 'any' kind, without harming one iota of even ego to do it, was one of the founding goals of the Sphere.
So, and in the grasp of dark, Aleaic stands there, wondering what new destiny, despite current reality, how to shift things all normal, to a mindset back where the Foundation once lay dominance.
The name and title itself gave clue where to consider how where to go for the next century.
"Maybe it's time to consider a plan for a new existence for us all."
He considered something that wasn't in the nature of normal thinking anymore, and was more like when he was forced to move his 'entire' empire through the power of his mind, to the Supercluster they reside in now.
His imagination was not meek here. It considered even the words of his GrandFather, way back of that day of him discovering his destiny. Then it hit him there.
He hadn't 'actually' begun to consider the 'real' possibilities of existence, and what he could do with it. All in 'his' oen way. He hardly anymore was the irresponsible type, instead, he considered things no other king, emperor, dark lord, demon master, mage, or being of such self considered true power, ever could dare accomplish.
What if destiny 'was' what you made of it. No one knew it at the time, but that first hint of the possibilities in his mind, would one day, ten thousand years from 'now', would form the Antarra Dimension, as of a mind equal of Almighty's own Great Creation.
Not from ego, but from the Gaian Core ideal. To create without destroying. Al's mind revolved around this like a giddy child of innocence for a moment. It was this the Guild Lord rightly feared, and the Dark Lord Mulhorand hated so dearly.
Eventually, Aleaic 'would' create with just and responsible cause, successfuly, new life. But not now. No where even 'close'.
Instead, the mind of the king regressed back to a more human stance, and considered his environs, starry and all. He would consider a new way to approach the other empires, not from impressment or ego, but from creative measures. Ones meant to enchance the sense of pure trust the Ascendancy held to heart.
"There you are." Aleaic hears, startled from his intense thoughts, to the sight most beloved and teal tressed. He smiles. "Beloved."
"Likewise." Tsunami says just long enough to walk up to him and impress a deep and fire impassioned kiss upon him, long and deep it lasts into the minutes before pulling away for...
"Dinner's ready."
Aleaic smiles. "Of course. Cutlets and taters was it?"
"Sasami and Jennifer indeed."
The now deep, starfield beyond, dominated by the melded galaxies light-years beyond more, of night, is left alone. It's viewer returning to his treasure below, family.
--
*The Great Sphere Beyonds...*
The normal bustle of the intergalactic Sphere Republic continues without abatement or reappoach. For now, peace ensues. But what shall come to it's borders today? No one can know, but history unwritten.
.........and unto..........
((OC- Well, a long reintro. Just pop in at random, just wanted to give a viewpoint where I'm going to start Rping towards. Less war, and more marvels. All up to you guys where to go from here in this thread.
Bumps welcome.. =^^= ))