NationStates Jolt Archive

Mid-air, Earth

Riyabuo had just finished the diplomatic meeting with The Translyvania and Kahanistan. Both meetings had gone extremely well--Kahanistan had signed a non-aggression pact and free trade agreement with Jagada. The Count was building ten bases in Jagada to defend it--even though Riyabuo trusted the Count, he was a bit weary of what his true intentions may be. Nevertheless she took a drink of her ice-cold water and sighed. Her day was far from over, and she was now on her way towards Jenrak. The Congressional Elections were going well, and the Nationalists were beating the Constitutionals out of Inn, and thus signaling an end to their participation in this Congressional Election. Though to ensure that all went according to plan, she left Alfred Rednight behind to lead things. While thinking about all this she was listening to the Jagite National Anthem, which was almost a rock song by modern standards, but she enjoyed the chrous the most and focused in on the song for just a moment:

So I'll carry my Cross,
And I'll carry the shame,
To the end of the road,
Threw the struggle and pain,
And I'll do for love,
No it won't be in vain
Yes I'll carry my Cross
And I carry the shame

As the song continued her mind went back into focus. The Jenrakians had spared millions of Jagites when they took them under their wing and forced Kraven's hand, which prevented Kraven from completing their extermination. Though now Lord Egos, the ruler of Malaga, whom was a very open Christian was looking to give Malaga back to Jagada now that it was been restored. Thus Riyabuo continued her journey to Jenrak--to gain Malaga back. Gaining such a city back, would serve various purposes.

First, it would be a diplomatic and political coup for the Nationalists whom would completely blow the Constitutionals out of the water in this election by doing this. Secondly, it would provide a base for future Jagite expansion into Old Jagada and the eventual liberation of it from the Kraven Corporation. Thirdly, it was a cultural victory and would show clearly good relatons with Jenrak--an election promise of her's was to reestablish ties with Jenrak and make them some sort of Jagite ally.

Has her personal airliner, 'The Red Dragon', appoarched Jenrakian airspace it asked for permission to land.

Egos looked out from his palace tower with his thin snake-like visage in contrast to the humming harem of women that stayed at his feet, their soft voices caring the endless euphoria great distances with their slender tongues. His body encompassed in a thin plastic-like material, a silver breastplate and a draping sleeve blotched with red paint, the shape of a monstrous skeletal ram, Egos looked, his face covered as his mouth was kept in relatively in piece. Metal wires and small gears worked together to keep his nearly shattered jaw intact, as strings of steel upon his rotting fang-like teeth tightened and softened as he opened and closed his leering face. Obsidian black pupils were shown, amongst thins fingers that were shaped much like needles. He was a Sadicistra, no doubt, yet he had an air of affirmation about him – he seemed calm, careful, without a single etch of the occasional bloodthirsty splattering his fellow Sadicistra have usually held. A crown of knives and a robe of dull blades clearly showed his aristocratic ties, and Egos was nothing short of a great figure.

“Leave me.” He said to the women, as they jumped up quickly and scurried off, leaving him alone with Rashkta, the familiar silver haired women, her graceful beauty shockingly strewn with a goddess-like essence. Her face contorted into an edgeless grin, she sparkled with perfect blue eyes, dazzling and glorious as something malevolent stayed beneath her heart. Egos ignored her for a small while, until she sat down on his chair, his makeshift throne of rotting bones.

“You make a fitting Lording over this city.” Rashkta said softly, chuckling carefully, her long sword carried on her waist by two sashes that were tightly bound with a round emerald locket. “What do they want?”

“I do not know. Most likely the city.”

“They cannot understand the difference of it now. It has been rebuilt from the ground up, the only remains of Malaga are its foundations.” Rashkta complained.

“And it’s Jagadians.” Egos reasoned.

“It could matter less. Saerus is too a close a friend with you. He will overlook it because it’s you. Don’t take advantage, Egos.” Rashkta warned, before getting up.

Egos, without looking back, his face showing no sign of a nose, sat down as the gusty wind blew across his armour from the heights of the tower. “I hear you are close friend with Authaulus. Are you simply friends?”

“Simply friends. Besides, I can’t go any further than a friend when he’s a priest, can I?” She said, her tone serious before she trailed off to the airport for her return to Haasdra.

“Indeed.” Egos took a sip of wine, before walking down the tower’s myriad stone steps, each cracked and charred, the walls around him bleak and blank with the gloomy atmosphere of death.

From the air, a pair of fighters raised up around the airliner, their weapons sleek and their guns ready to fire. Wings thin but elongated, their smoothly swung about playfully in the air, before softly flying beside the plane, one on each side. A transmission was sent:

Civilian aircraft, land at Hangar 4-C.

Jenrakian Airspace

"Madame Minister, the Jenrakians have ordered our landing," said a pilot threw the monitor.

"Then land," she said firmly. The pilots were supposed to ask her such questions, but she didn't like being asked every time the plan was suppose to land.

The 'Red Dragon' made a slow decent down onto the runway of the Jenrakian held Malaga. After the plane fully stopped, Riyabuo rose to her feet and made her way out of the plan. She looked upon the glory that was Nakros Ithrimm, or what Jagites called Malaga. It was far better under Jenrakian control--but Jagada had to have it.

She was quickly taken to a vehcile and then towards Lord Egos palace. She was curious what she'd find at this Jenrakian Christian's palace.

Lord Egos sat outside in his courtyard, an immense garden that was situated on small rows and rows of wooden planks, his chin resting solemnly on his left hand, his right hand flickering about in the book, small bumps felt about as he nodded and awaited, his back bent slightly as an arch with his castle behind him. Built by the Hsacs in Jenrakian glory, the Jenrakian architecture was quite odd. Twisting about, the many battlements were strewn with large statues of ravishing figures and immense godly figures, all draped in velvet striped gold. Upon the base of the castle, a large wirelike foundation showed large and enormous stone centers, perfectly carved to exact detail as fountains in huge numbers dotted the courtyard, the Jenrakians walking about peacefully as they discussed politics, academics and the children scuttered about.

This remarkable and beautiful wonder was still a public spot, and despite that fact, it shone and sparkled with amazing shine and vivacity. Inside, deeper into the courtyard, Egos stood with his eyes looking through his chalk white armour, as he looked at the arriving vehicle. As it descended past marvel upon marvel, turret and tower by turret and tower, Egos looked about, standing outside of his palace (which shone with its own light of radiance), his arms behind his back, his head held high and his eyes scanning about, awaiting for the vehicle to park in the massive marble driveway.

As Riyabuo's vehcile entered the palace of Lord Egos Castle. The way the castle was built was rather--distrubing to Riyabuo. She hoped it didn't reflect the mind of the man she was going to meet. Jenrakian soldiers, or what appeared to be soldier, led her to Lord Egos. Upon seeing him, she kept her poker face on showing no emotion, but was rather distrubed when she saw him.

"Lord Egos I presume?" she stating bowing slightly.

Egos nodded slowly, his head bowed down softly, before he slowly went onto his knees and bowed lowly, before getting back up to his full height, his face seemingly expressionless behind his mask. "I am Egos, correct." He said with a soft wanton awe in his voice, like a shivering icy cold wind within the darkness before the hairs on one's back could settle, it would rise again to another gust of cold fear. His voice was deep, yet it was like the night wind, booming and cold and ruthless. Where his nose would be, nothing but a bloodied mass was shown, his teeth held together by metal plates and metal sharp teeth, wires keeping his mouth in one piece, his fingers elongated and his stature thin amongst his dress of blades.

Standing in rows were armies of Sadicistra, penned behind electrical fences like animals, walking about in their own defecation, their tongues licking softly and their charges at the fence stopped as they surged back with wary uncertainty. Looking at the visitors with utmost fervour, hunger and lust, they cackled and licked their lips hungrily as they viewed at whatever revealed flesh there could be. With the snap of Egos's fingers, they immediately went into a bowing stance, ignoring the fence, the visitors, bowing lowly like stone statues without a single movement amongst them. There was no wavering amongst the white mass of thin soldiers, rifles perched perfectly on their backs with the same exact pattern.

"Come inside." Egos invited to her, his voice as soft as possible.