NationStates Jolt Archive

In the crystal blue skies soared a bird like silhouette, cawing loudly, in it's strange call it swept over the landscape, it's form shrouded in shadow, as it passed over the broad leafed trees, passing over noble forests and ever rushing rivers, hurtling relentlessly to their end, over flocks of wild animals living freely, preening themselves and setting out for fresh prey, or for fresh grazing lands, over this and more the bird like silhouettes soared, just then, the sun came out, hidden behind the only cloud in the sky, and the silhouettes shone, their organic shape belied their mechanical origin, jet black with red streaks, with comical visages and wicked armament, they were the Tokons of Novacom.

"It is a wonder to me why the peoples of the world are at war with nature, usually in reality not name, true we do clear parts of forests, but we plant twice the size cleared elsewhere, why do they despoil such beauty? Truly they cannot be sane, they do not understand the majesty of nature and how it must be respected," the first speaker paused for a moment to navigate round a large strange plant with massive jutting leaves.

"But Surevos While nature must be respected progress does have to be made, I can see many trees being felled over the next few years in this land, though after the years have passed I can see them being restored, all is restored in time, you of all people should know patience, and at least, while we do seem at times at war with nature, we do not go spewing pollutants like most do." the second speaker pausing to navigate the large obstacle himself.

"True Mayenev, true, still it's a pity that progress usually has to come at the cost of nature, all those senseless wars, but then even we are at war, beset by treachery of the Principality, against us, truly eternal sorrow as brother fights brother." Surevos was cut off before he could continue.

"Keep the comline clear, we're almost at the shore and we'll be crossing over soon, I repeat, I do not want to miss a Tokon report because of the philosophical philanthropy, I trust I am understood," came a hard voice full of command in the ears of the pair.

they were a group of explorers, and soldiers, and scouts, they had been charged with exploring a place known as Terra Recedentia, well at least a certain area, identified as suitable to establish a colony, the majority of the continent had already been discovered to be uninhabited, a string of tribes here and there were known to exist, but that was all that could be discovered via satellite observation, the decision had been made, instead to launch an expedition, to the chosen site, once there they could communicate back to the waiting Vikanz, and the colony would be born.

As the group broke through the trees, that last line they were greeted with a wondrous site, a sparkling lake, of seeming crystal water, glinting in the sun like an expanse of sapphires, and nearby the Tokons descended, silently, and without visible sign of their presence, until abruptly, "Vistakal Amenz, the island is a several miles from here, alight and we will transport you there." came that mechanical voice so filled with glee and apparent madness.

without ceremony the Vistakal advance towards the mechanical buzzards, and climbed up a great mechanical claw, easing himself into the embrace, for the claws had subtly changed, while curved and hooked at the moment subtle protrusions had emerged round the edge, light dawned on the rest, armrests, for massive chairs, the Tokons claws were their transport, a feeling dogging them since the start dissipated, for they had known that they were traveling across water, but the method was not known to them, without apprehension the tunic clad figures alighted the Tokons claws, without hesitation they mounted and with anticipation they waited.

Disappointed they were not as to the skies the creatures soared, hurtling through the air like a newly freed spirit, soaring to skies so blue they went, crossing the great bejeweled expanse in minutes, marveling at this places majesty, it's beauty, it's completeness, it's familiarly and unfamiliarity all at once, and the island at the center of it, the place that would be their home for sometime to come.

Vikanz, this is Vistakal Amenz, Survey results show the location to be well suited to the plan, dispatch them at once.” The Vistakal turned round with his face hidden behind his helmet, like his men he bore the outward face of conflicting impression comical yet sinister was the face of the Novan soldier he stood aloof on the plateau, it faced over the lake as the gentle breeze ruffled his long hanging tunic, “soon, soon” were his only words, the silence was deep, lost in thought the Vistakal stood, remembering a once glorious past, tales from his grandfather, a Srihacul of The Middle Empire, Loyally serving the Twin Emperors, with admirable loyalty, even to the brink of death had he served, but now the middle empire, felled by the great divide, the treachery, he had heard tales of his grandfather killed by his granduncle, brother had killed brother, rivers of blood had flowed, the misery had been endless, the people torn apart by the conflict, by charismatic dissension, the smiling face of betrayal that alluring path of discord had gaped it’s jaws wide, the scars still bled fresh once and a while, the phantom of Millennia past, the ancient house of Xalxon’s last descendant, Kukonois, that hated man.

“Nothing we can do can change the past, only our perceptions of the future,” he murmured, before his eyes went the phantoms of the past, his comrades slain, the innocents, their lives shattered by the never ending war, between the seemingly undefeatable principality, it’s star fluctuating between ascendant and descendant, final victory seemingly never at hand, “I won’t let them mar this new beginning, I will protect my people, even if I am getting to old for this, I am never too old to serve my people.” He turned towards the sea in anticipation, as an airborne convoy made it’s way to this new place, and he thought to himself, that he could make amends, make amends for his part in Valjsguard.