NationStates Jolt Archive

The first Hive-Fort was complete. Metal and stone, brick and wood, had all come together to form a powerful-looking fort. The smaller Hives along the Aldanum border were tiny indeed, barely containing a few thousand Lesser Tya'norians, and the Sha'mina there were worried. The Alliance, to the northeast, was powerful indeed. They had not truly had friendships with them, but, in any case, the isolation Tya'noria had been in for the last few decades was simply not going to last.

The Hive-Fort was fairly small - barely extending above the ground. However, a Gantae Queen would take up residence in the network of tunnels below, as five hundred Gantae had already been dispatched to the Fort. Without a doubt, it would suffice. In the middle of the Tya'dor-Aldanum border, this Hive-Fort was growing greatly. It would become both a city and a place of defense, a place of trade, and a place of war.. Those on the other side of the border would no doubt notice it.

A few Tya'dorians clicked at each other impatiently as they prepared to lift another stone onto the wall of the Hive. The old forts would no longer suffice, those brick-and-mortar constructions, easily made, fashioned with a mere few hundred Gantae in them each. The defenses of Tya'doria had to be established, to protect the Hive. The Hive-Fort almost looked as if it were alive, each stone placed expertly, squirts of greenish mortarlike substances holding them together - a vision of perfect symmetry.

As the Tya'dorians looked approvingly at the wall, Gantae sped down the road, their legs kicking up a storm of dusk. The beetlelike Gantae would be the first ones to occupy this fort, the garrison that would guard the centre of the border. Others would come later, but, for now, Tya'doria wished to be strong, and without danger. The clicking grew louder, approvingly, as the fort was filled with the Gantae..

((Hey, Hyp, could you get back on GChat? I wanna talk about sumthin.))

(Can do. I'll be on in twenty seconds)

The Alliance of Aldanum. Locally, its a Super-Power, on the continent, probably the same. More then One and a Half Million Men march to the Drums of the "Aldanum Call" and a third of that control the majestic Airships. To face te full Brunt of the Alliance Military would take troops of untold number and power.

The Tya'noria had numbers. Weather they had the power was unknown, but the Alliance had long ago decided invaded the enigma's would be a bad idea. For a fraction of the resorces you could invade the North, and you knew what their power was.

But the Alliance wasn't stupid. Airships patroled the borders reguarly, their majestic forms floating along above the ground, ignoring gravity's pull and breaking it simply to give them the advantage. So it was now, that the Vessel Pure and Simple floated above the border between the Realm and Araketh.

"Yo, Captain!" one of the men shouted, looking down at the fortress. "The Enigma's are up to something over there."

Captain Aracos Janus walked across, pulling out a telescope and studying the budding fortress.

"What in Powers name..." he muttered to himself. "Bring us about, get us closer."

With that order, main engines turned slightly, like the rudder on a boat and changed the direction of the vessel. It moved closer, it would sweep within about 500m of the thing. The Captain studied it, it was interesting. He didn't have a clue what it was, but it needed to be reported. With only a sweeping movement close to them, the airship turned away and began the day's trek back to "Port".

From above, the Hive-Fort was fascinating. Although a mere construction of stone and wood from the ground, albeit one with artful patterns worked into the wood, from above, it was truly a work of art. The pattern was like that of a rose unfolding into the sun, hundreds of colours delicately painted across the top, each paint made from the essence of a plant nearby.

It was a work of art, as were all things the Tya'dorians made. The strong sense of beauty they possessed was imposed upon them by the Greater Tya'dorians, but the Hive-Fort was easily fashioned out of wood and stone, the flowery appearance from above to please those who would come from the skies - the Greater Tya'dorians. The airship was seen, and deemed non-dangerous.

They knew the ships from before, the great ships of the sky that held those who lived across the border. They were no threat, or, at least, they had never attacked. Tiny shards of crystal, woven cunningly through the top of the fort shone, showing off the drops of dew on the 'petals' of the flower-shape of the fort.

If needed, the Floating City would come. But it was never needed. The Tya'dorians settled down, looking at the wall, and chittering, talking quickly in their own language..