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The Imperial Arcologies of Fortriu, New Pictavia

In antiquity, the Imperial Palaces of Fortriu were founded after the defeat of Rome in 371 AD, serving as a governmental base for the new Independent Pictish Empire. With the expansion of the government came the expansion of the complex, and soon the various palaces of Fortriu housed councillors from all over Pictavia, eventually tunnelling into the great caverns underneath the land. As pressure for defence increased throughout the Age of Blood, the natural caverns became small fortresses, housing the armies of the The Praetorian Guard. With soldiers came merchants, and with merchants came families, and soon the Palaces were semi-functional cities producing their own crops and children. By modernity, with the invasion of Pictavia by the British Empire, many sought to seek refuge within the natural walls of Fortriu, expanding the complex even further, until by the dawn of the nineteenth century the city became a fully self-sufficient cluster of mostly subterranean arcologies. To this day, Fortriu serves as the house of the Consul, the High Council and Parliament, in addition to providing shelter for a further seventeen-million citizens.

The city is undoubtedly the crown-jewel of the Imperium. During the last ice-age, a volcanic eruption tore the region apart, peppering the land with vents of various intensity. The silt hurled into the air by the eruptions was mixed with dense superheated precious metals thickening the substance, and eventually cooled in their upright positions, forming colossal spikes of glass and metal stretching from the sky well into the earth. Due to the illegal expansion of the city into the ground, so as to not be noticed by the palaces built around the spires, the vast majority of the city is subterranean, thus maintaining the natural beauty of the surrounding area. The pro-environmental nature of Pictavia ensures a protected and vibrant wildlife within the palace gardens, enjoyed by all. Quite obviously, the glass spires themselves are the city's most striking features. Reaching between one-hundred and two-hundred feet above the ground, they are the most prominent spectacle in the surrounding area. At the base of the spires themselves are the various palaces of the Imperium which also serve as hubs for the arcologies underneath. Below ground, the large caverns, hollowed out by ancient volcanic activity are awash with inexpensive yet dazzling metals which adorn the walls. The prevalence of natural springs adds to the luminosity of the algae that cover the structures of the arcologies, absorbing what light they can gain in an faint blue-green glow.

Gaius Kadesh stood on the balcony of his exquisite dormitory, in the Imperial palace at the centre of the entire city. Other arcologies and palaces clustered around but not for a great degree of distance, for Gaius' home was surrounded by lush gardens, pathways and the "Plaza au Victoria". He calmly gazed out over the beautiful day, as the sun's heat slowly dried the evidence of the latter night's rain. His contemplation was interrupted by a young woman dressed in a simple white toga, who gently approached:

"My Lord, the armoury awaits you"

Gaius did not turn, nor acknowledge her existence for sometime. This was not out of rudeness however, he simply needed time to drag his sight from the scene before him. As he glanced round he discovered an unfamiliar sight, after all, maids did not usually venture forth so boldly into his dorm. For a moment, the Consul was stuck for words: It was not her beauty that effected him so, for she was not beautiful in the conventional sense, yet her eyes were warm and her smile inviting.

"I apologize, I did not intend to keep them waiting. I shall be down shortly"

The girl offered a brief curtsy and left, yet Gaius remained. Today he would meet perhaps the most important people to the Imperium outside of Pictavia, at the port of Fortriu. As per usual, armour and weaponry were required; not for fear of aggression, but merely out of tradition. Gaius gently unwrapped a sorry looking piece of cloth, revealing a small figure little bigger than his hand. The model was of a tarnished platinum, its glory long faded.

"Lords of Terra, heed my prayer. In this moment I offer my soul to Apollo, for he may bring truth to this day"

Gaius watched the figure for a minute, then replaced the cloth and laid it gently in his satchel. It was time to go to the armoury...

Eons ago the Anagonian Region was wroth with war and death, blood flowing freely as the corpses of the damned returned to Mother Earth. These times were known simple as the Barbarian Age. Not many scrolls or writings survived this era, but what survived told a telling addition to the long history of the United Republics within Anagonia. Both fantasy and reality seemed to meld into one within these vast novels of historic data, but no city within the region had as much history and importance as Union City.

The Anagonian People went by a different time-table than most Modern-Era civilizations. They started their yearly clock with the After-Unification Standard, or AU for short. Everything that happened After the Unification of the Anagonian Region was cataloged as AU, and everything before was known as Before-Unification Standard. AU started at about the time that Christ was said to have died, so it went perfectly with most standard tellings of time.

Union City

Historical records indicate that the city itself was founded originally 1842 Before-Unification, with the initiation of the first Barbarian King. His name has been lost to history, but the events that were cataloged and the adventures that were told survived to tell a telling tale about the creation and permanent foundation of the city.

After the Barbarian King saw fit to make this piece of land his home, he made war with neighboring tribes and, conquest after conquest, he created the first state. So to speak, of course. This, intern, initiated a serious of events that eventually, according to records, led to the death of the first Barbarian King. Another King was selected, and conquests continued. Until, in 1798 BU the Conquered Tribes under the Barbarian King encountered a civilization more advanced than their own.

Records and drawings tell a massive battle being waged, but with the eventual sacrifice of the Second Barbarian King came the foundation of the United Tribes. The civilization that was encountered was not mentioned again in later texts, either because they were defeated or for some other unknown reason. Time took its course and a Third Barbarian King was selected in 1714 BU. This time, as records indicate, he was selected to lead and not to conquer.

Fast forwarding four centuries later, in 1314 BU the Kingdom of Anthir was founded and a King was selected to lead. Its capitol was the city of Union. War after war took place, even another foreign civilization encounter, yet the city and the Empire that laid claim to it stood firm.

Thats what history keeps telling, at least. Take Union City, and take the Region.

Fast Forwarding to Modern times, Union City was a beautiful city lush with growth and concrete jungles. In the center of the Congressional Building, the place for the United Republic to come together and debate the Peoples interests in politics. To the east of the Congressional Building was the Grand Library of the Republic, housing millions upon untold millions of documents dating back to the era of the Barbarians. And to the west of the Chief Governors House (http://www.re-view.biz/imgRestoration-GaGov-475.jpg), built to be mundane yet proper for one of authority.

Now

Chief Governor Dunan Ruu stood in the Governor's Garden overlooking the majestic Drekamythian Mountains to the south-west. The sun was setting about this time, with the exception of a few song-birds still singing life seemed to be settling down for the night. Dunan always admired how he could easily walk into the crisp-clean air of this nation, freed from decades of toxins after the Environmental Revolution of the thirties and forties. His People enjoyed the lush tropical forests to the south and north, untouched by man expect for a few who dared to make their life in the old ways there.

You never saw a roadway here, surprisingly enough. You never heard a car, or a helicopter. The Governors House was twenty miles from Union, separated by lines of forests and roads that were built well enough to hide from aerial view. The city itself was stationed in a close-proximity style, however, mostly lacking the beautiful view that Dunan was enjoying.

Thund, Thund, Thund

The Sound of Helicopter blades in the distance took him instantly out of his trance-like state. It was unusual in times of domestic peace for military craft to fly over the nation. Sound pollution, some people called it. Dunan was one of them. He preferred to hear the sounds of nature over the sounds of humanity. Sometimes he had no choice, but today he was supposed to. He sighed, looking to the north-east to spot a blackhawk painted in Republic Blue with the Chief Governors Seal on the side.

Thund, Thund, Thund, Thund

Dunan noted that deer ran from the nearby patch of forests across his view, birds flying away from the noise of the mechanical nightmare. He sighed, he was enjoying listening to their footsteps, enjoying the sounds of their songs. All taken away by a creation of man.

Thund, Thund, Thund, Thund, Thund, Thund

The Blackhawk Helicopters landed gracefully a few yards away in the designated clearing. Two Soviet Guardsmen departed, with four Republic Marines dressed in ceremony attire. He noted immediately that the Soviet Guardsmen were dressed in battle dress uniforms.

WHHHHIIIIIINNNNEEEEE, woosh, woosh, woosh, wooooosh

The Blackhawk silenced itself after a few minutes, and a few minutes later the deer and birds returned. With surprising speed, Dunan noted. The creatures of the forest were not bothered by the man that lived in these lands, only by the machines they rode in. One would note on a clear day that while the animals tended to stray from you, they never left your field of vision. Perhaps a sign of Natures approval, or perhaps a sign that Anagonians were too peace loving. Either way, it was something well fought for in Denars, and tears.

The Chief Governor had lost his gaze once again to the animals and sunset, broken again by the two Soviet Guardsmen. He nodded to them as they saluted, the Marines having stayed back at the helicopter per proper procedure. Dunan gave a slight smile, weaving a hand to the animals present. And, for a short time, all three enjoyed the view. But business was business, and with a sigh Dunan submitted to the fact that he did have a meeting.

And so a side of every Anagonian held private to the outside world was lost as Dunan and the Guardsmen entered the helicopter and headed for Union International. His Governor Plane was waiting for him, and he would head to Port Freedom to make haste to another land entirely. The machines of war, of man, and of force were to be used for the expression of diplomacy and peace. Dunan gave a long look back at his Governors House before he left, giving a long hard look at the ocean before he boarded the transport ship. There, he would dress, await the arrival, and prepare for the best.

BUMP I have awoken from my Working slumber...

BUMP to find nothingness...

Very sorry, this is my first time online in fifteen days. Bloody Christmas. Will post here ICly by tomorrow when I should finally have access to my beloved Macintosh back in the city. Thanks for your patience mate, ~Picts.

Very sorry, this is my first time online in fifteen days. Bloody Christmas. Will post here ICly by tomorrow when I should finally have access to my beloved Macintosh back in the city. Thanks for your patience mate, ~Picts.

No problem man, take your time. Work is doing me in too, so I know the feeling!

Port Fortriu, Caledonia, Pictavia

A gentle yet unwavering sea breeze unsettled Gaius' artificial blonde hair. It was far from the result of any sort of fashion movement however, unless tradition may be mistakenly dubbed as fashion. As many as several thousand years ago, the first Celtic tribes who swept through Europa Atlantica stopped each day by the nearest river where they would eat, bathe and rest. Each time the tribes halted, it was customary for the warriors to kneel down by the riverbank and have their long, uncontrollable hair cleansed with lime water, bleaching each strand into a shade of platinum blonde. Tradition was held very close to the heart of every Pict in the Isles, although the Imperium was far more than the random collection of warring tribes who discovered Europa, and the Picts embraced change tightly against their bosom should said change not defeat their identity.
Gaius stood as a pinnacle of Pictish identity, clad in an armour of archaic design, with the dulled silver of its highlights occasionally breaking through the midnight black of the metals. A pair of Aqvila ACI-73D fighters tore through the sky above the Anagonian vessel trailing the blue-green colour of the Imperium from their tails, before separating in a violent bank from each other and disappearing off into the horizon. Group after group of aircraft continued in this manner until a series of blue-green lines slowly became warped by the wind overhead, as the ship came into dock. The Praetorian Guardsmen stood line by line in complete silence, each donning the colours of Gaius' dress, their faces portraying no expression. All waited patiently for the Anagonians within.

And so it was that he prepared for this very moment for many days, planning and rehearsing every step. His advisers, his closest comrades, and his closest friends all giving advice and information about the Imperium for this fateful meeting. He knew that most of it would be irrelevant, but the nights spent drinking vodka and playing cards was well worth it. It got his mind off the feeling of the times. No longer was Anagonia a Nation of Sovereign Provinces. Now Anagonia was the Sovereign Province. Times changing, which made Chief Governor Dunan Ruu quite nervous.

The mindset at the time for joining the Imperium was one of welcoming someone into the family, a prospect of unity. The People embraced it, and voted for it. The Congress approved according to the Peoples will. Now, Dunan Ruu was here to extend that will of solidarity. Though, with each passing night, the realization that the tables were slightly turned engulfed his every thought and dream. It made for quite a trip, and lots of private journal entries.

He had theorized that with the United Republic now one with an entirely different entity of state-empires, that Anagonia had lost all it stood for. It had forsaken its birthright, trampled on the blood of its fallen, spit on the graves of its revolutionaries. In the days that passed during his trip, however, his thoughts and dreams turned to a brighter side.

He had concluded that, in essence, the People themselves had made the final decision. And, according to the Republic Constitution, no folly had been committed. Democracy was enacted, and accordingly acted upon. The Government, having proposed the idea, had complied with the results. Again, no folly, no foul. This made him feel better during the two sleepless nights he endured, tormented by the thought of loosing his nations soul.

Then, three nights till their arrival, he had written an entry in his journal. It came from a dream he had. Now, as he stood at the ships walk-way looking out onto the Pictish landscape, he opened his journal one last time to remember those fateful words.

I suppose, he started to read, that what has transpired here can be called a union of two souls. Perhaps not the humanly kind, where ones of the opposites come together to form a new being. But of the latter, the union where two merge to enhance the old, and bring forth better change. I suppose it could be called Comradeship, or Brotherhood. Either way, I now see my People were wise in their decision.

Closing his leather-bound journal with a satisfying clap of the papers, he looked back to his escorts and nodded. It was time. Change had come, and a union had been formed. No longer was he Anagonian. No. Neither his People. Now, each and every one of them belonged to the Imperium. Not by force, but by choice. A willful desire to improve the humanity, and the existence, that they had. As he stepped for the first time on Pictish soil, he realized then that was the best kind of brotherhood of all. Choice.

His hair had caught the same breeze, grayed by age as most Anagonians tended to do. He straightened his uniform, a reminder of his days in the Republic Military. It was given the special color of crimson red to symbolize great importance, a ideal taken from the days of the Barbarian Era. Behind him the two Soviet Guardsmen kept a respectful distance. Instead of the normal battle attire, they fashioned their battle dress uniforms with the hammer-and-sickle on the right shoulder. Their outfits matched the crimson of their leader, showing more a sign of equality than submission to authority.

These tiny symbolisms would only be noticed by the highly in tuned in politics and diplomacy, and perhaps seen as an insult. But, in matters such as these, it was the norm for the Anagonians. According to them, all men and creatures of sentience were equal, having no superior but whom they elect. Even then, Leadership is a fine line between the Will of the Many and the Desires of the One.

Dunan Ruu stood a kindly distance from the waiting Pictish, preferring to be welcomed closer than intrude. He knew not their customs, not did he want this meeting off on a bad start. Instead, he bowed his head slightly as a sign of respect, folding his arms before his chest as he did so.

Port Fortriu, Caledonia, Pictavia

Gaius felt the slightest tickle of butterflies in his stomach, a sensation not unknown to the Consul. It was a sensation however that usually accompanied battle, but today it was one of excitement, of anticipation. He leaned gently towards his aide who was clad in blue plaid and a white ghillie shirt, and whispered in his ear;

"Tell me, what do we know of our Anagonian brethren?"

"Nothing you do not already know, Sir, I am afraid this is the first recorded meet between the leadership of our peoples"

I'll have to be careful. Thought Gaius, for records throughout Pictavia of Anagonia were scarce, and those of Anagonian custom even further and fewer between. What was apparent, were the profound similarities between the two cultures. Each shared a sense of respect for the learned warrior, for the honouring of tradition, and for the grace of Holy Terra. Terra, the cause of so many wars, yet salvation lay in the hands of the willing. There is no afterlife, only the divinity of the cradle of civilization for as long as the Earth still breathes. Even those Terranists (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=544191) who still believed in the ancient path of reincarnation were absolute that Terra is heaven, and that the battle for our homeworld against those who's ignorance and arrogance wish to see her surface blackened is the sole purpose of their life. Gaius was stirred from his thoughts as his Captain ordered the raising of the standard, as the visitors were almost in port. Religion should not be an issue between the civilized,
Gaius mused, yet there are those who deem our perpetual holy war as uncivilized itself...

As the Anagonian vessel finalized it's docking procedures, two Praetorian Guardsmen waved the Imperial Flag (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y154/Retro_1989/FlagSmallul.jpg) in great, powerful strokes. For a while, the rippling sounds of the material caught in the sea-breeze was the only audible sound. A final clunk marked the ship's safe lock into port, and the Anagonians soon became visible to the Picts. As Dunan Ruu offered a bow, Gaius followed suit maintaining eye-contact throughout. He then took several definitive paces forward and thrust his hand out towards the visitor,

"Welcome to Pictavia, my friend"

Dunan Ruu had witnessed the flag waving, noting to himself with quiet contemplation that it was his flag now too. His people also had less knowledge concerning Pictiva than that on other nations of the world. It was as if a black spot had been marked, and two cooperating cultures had just met for the first time. Thats what it felt like, the first of many firsts. He had no idea why he believed that, but the sense of history in the making filled his soul.

The flag brought back memories of his past. Long ago, to a time when his flag had matched that of an older nation now gone. Before the unification, Anagonia had conformed to a Confederate way of governing. It had adopted the first flag of the confederacy, not for tradition but more for symbolism on its part. Seven stars marking seven provinces, the red-white-blue representing various decrees and honors. Dunan had been alive then to witnessed that flag being waved, proudly, proclaiming the hard-fought Union of Anagonia. Each and every time, it brought a sense of satisfaction to his heart.

Then, two decades ago, the flag had been unanimously changed to adopt the Star of David. Not so much for the faith as, again, for the symbolism. So long had the Union been together, and so tight had the strands of brotherhood been, that something new needed to describe Anagonia. It was said that the star represented the soul of the Nation, and the blue-white the Honor and Glory of the Republic. Even that flag brought a sense of satisfaction to his heart.

But this flag, the flag of the Imperium, made him tense and rigid. It was something foreign, a concept alien to him. He didn't feel pride, nor glory, nor satisfaction. He felt like an outcast. As funny as it sounded, as he thought about it, this feeling was quite natural. After all, this was the first meeting. He was to make this meeting the final establishment of the Peoples wish to become one with the Imperium. He was to make that feeling of satisfaction a reality, for all his brethren.

So it was quite a surprise to him to have a hand thrust outward towards him in greeting as he finished his train of thought. A quick blink of the eyes and a smile appeared on his age face. He took the hand firmly, giving a slower motion to his return.

"It is an honor to be here, Comrade Brethren."

Although at the time, he didn't know the Pictivians hadn't known about their culture. Anyone an Anagonian considered family, or close to family, was called Comrade Brethren. Anyone who was lesser, or just a friend or fellow citizen, was called either Brethren or Comrade. To have this said to someone completely new was quite an honor in Anagonian tradition.

OOC: I'm going to avoid lengthy flashbacks here and cut to the chase to get this thing going! Also, Gaius has a strong Pictish accent, which is the same as a Scottish accent.

"The honour is mine, friend"
Gaius sidestepped and signalled the Anagonian to walk with him further down the marble paved street. As all over Pictavia, Port Fortriu resembled something of a complete invasion of nature. Ferns adorned opportunities in every wall, while vines clung indefinitely onto the near pristine sandstone buildings. The streets themselves were near spotless, with obviously synthetic streams of spring water running at their sides. Despite the overgrowth, the port still maintained an air of control, as if to say that nature was a guest in man's home. As the pair advanced towards another building, the greenery grew thicker, and an intense change in climate struck the party as they entered the skewered dome of aluminium and glass. The building was humid, yet not altogether unbearably hot; it was merely pleasant.

"This must all seem very strange to you, friend" Gaius said while clearly occupied with the dynamics of the building. His eyes scanned the intricate structure and fauna of the place as if to highlight his point.

"Picts have resided in Caledonia and Hibernia since the first peoples discovered the beauty of Europa Atlantica. As millennia came and went, our peoples stayed here, preserving the land according to the scriptures of Terra. While other nations desecrated the land, we fought for the right to preserve the will of the gods, and needless to say we have done well" On that last note, Gaius looked distinctly pleased with himself and his surroundings. Realizing he'd been speaking almost exclusively, he beckoned his guest towards a pine platform at the centre of the building. Resting on the platform, was an oddly decorated iron monster...

"My friend, this is the "Pegasus" (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y154/Retro_1989/Train.jpg). She will be taking us into Fortriu. I trust a drink and a rest in different surroundings are in order after your journey" Gaius chuckled to himself, before nodding at his Praetorian Captain to board the forward carriage. He then pulled himself up onto the platform and hit the door release.

"This way, friend"

OOC:

No problem there!

IC:

Dunan was struck by the way the Pictavians had preserved such beauty without compromising the Peoples Interests. So fascinated was he that he began thinking of how to implement such an awesome task, before realizing this took ages upon ages to do. The next best thing was to find another planet full of nature, preserve it, and copy the Pictavian way of life. That was, of course, impossible for the Motherland. Needless to say, Dunan Ruu was quite impressed.

Nodding towards the interesting piece of history provided by Gaius, he examined his surroundings as well. Everything seemed so...so...in place. It just seemed right. Like there was nothing wrong, nothing out of place, nothing harmful. How the Pictavians managed this was beyond a miracle, but the feeling Dunan got from this land was one like seeing a fairytale come to life. Hearing the word "Pegasus", and seeing the gigantic locomotive, made his imagination start to wonder if flying horses and dwarfs would pop out any moment.

"She's beautiful," Dunan remarked after staying quiet the entire journey, "Everything's beautiful. Feels like a land lost in time."

Seeing how Gaius directed his captain, he instructed his guard to follow suit, seeing it as only respectful. They would follow the Captain to wherever they would need to be. Dunan then looked at Gaius, and the direction he motioned, and followed. This was turning out to be more than he expected.

Gaius beckoned Dunan Ruu into the Consul's private cabin, which was extraordinarily wide for the usual standard. The interior easily mimicked the curved design of its hull, however utilized far softer materials and colours. He offered Dunan a seat, then proceeded to make his way to the minibar where he produced what was quite obviously a bottle of wine. An aide swiftly stepped over and began collecting a couple of glasses, and placed them carefully upon napkins on the cabin's table.

"This was a gift from the Kiravian Empire. Quite an extraordinary vintage if I remember correctly"

Photographs in sleek aluminium frames lined the walls of the cabin, depicting various scenes: A naval battle against Londinium and Buddha C, The Imperial Arcologies of Fortriu, the beautiful Dalriadan coastline and the untouched forests of Caledonia... Almost completely unexpectedly, Gaius drew his Gunblade (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/40/GunbladeopeningFFVIII.jpg) and replaced it carefully in its case. While a useful weapon in combat, and more than an admirable ceremonial piece, such equipment was less than needed when attempting to sit down in a leather couch. As he poured his guest a glass of the deep, red liquid, Gaius continued;

"Yes, lost in time is no lie. All this has not been achieved without sacrifice, let me tell you. Entire cities have been converted to semi-autonomous industrial output in order to serve the rest of the land, and the consequences of adapting to maintain the will of the gods have been more than enough. Occasionally Pictavia endures bouts of economic boom, however with the nature of the international market I'm afraid the economy is always far from stable. To counter possible slumps, taxation is awkwardly high yet flexible. The biggest challenge has been the corporations, scores of them from overseas establishing hierarchical structures with the sole purpose of profit, who've struggled to manage the syndicate run unions."

He sipped his wine expectantly, paused for a moment to absorb its taste, then place the glass carefully back on the table.

"Pictavia, my friend, is an enigma. Decipher her and you may be Consul!"

There was a gradual whirring sound coming from inside of the floor of the cabin. It gradually built up from barely audible to a definite mechanical working, until the fuel-cells reached their optimum output and the whirring stopped altogether. Then, the train began to move slowly forward until it was bathed in the Caledonian sunlight.

Everything was finely tuned to be elegant and highly presentable. His surroundings now, as he took the seat, were of something of both welcoming and simplicity. Nothing too complicated, yet nothing too simple. Everything seemed just right. Dunan noted the pictures along the cabins walls, and his head turned when the word "Kraven" was mentioned.

Taking note of the wine, Dunan Ruu winced at the possibility of poison. It wasn't so much that he didn't trust Gaius, it was the fact of where the wine had come from. "I mean no disrespect," he said while clearing his throat, "but anything from the Kraven Empire is not welcome in Anagonia. As such, it is not welcome in or on my person."

Taking note of the obviously ceremonial gun blade, he started to get a good grasp of the type of world the Pictiavians lived in. Something of pure fantasy. His earlier imaginings of dwarfs and fantasy creatures now started to seem more possible by the moment. Whatever gods created these people, they obviously took more time with them then the Anagonian deities. You would never see a landscape, or technology, like this in Anagonia.

Putting that aside, he listened to Gaius' for a few moments, responding promptly. "I don't think I ever can. Right now, your lands remind me of our ancient times. When we, too, were not far off from our gods." He chuckled. "For some reason, you are blessed with this continuation. While my People have but the here and now."

The sounds of the train reminded him of a Hydrogen Fuel-Cell engine, which Anagonia had plenty of these days. Feeling the train start to move, he prepared for a long journey.

Gaius seemed clearly disappointed by his guest's refusal of the wine. He nodded at another aid who moved in to remove the glass from Dunan. The train hugged the coastline of the firth, offering views of great sands across the shore.

"Do not be afraid of the oddity of Pictavia. She is a modern nation, but chooses to compose herself differently. Do not get too comfortable either, my friend, the Imperial Arcologies lie a mere thirty minutes from here! Although Fortriu herself lies on the coast, marine traffic in the firth is great and relentless. As such, most of it is diverted to where the firth is wider, to port Fortriu. May I offer you something else? As you may have noticed, I have quite the collection"

Gaius continued to take careful mouthfuls of the Kiravian red, savouring its quality before he swallows. The train sped by a few villages on its way, most of which appeared to be traditional fishing settlements surviving off the land. The grandeur of Port Fortriu had not extended to their modest stone houses and wooded fishing boats however for many Terranists, this was simply the way the gods wanted them to live. Then something clicked in Gaius' mind,

"Apologies friend, but did you say Kraven?" Gaius proceded to let out a small laugh, nearly spilling his wine over his guest,

"The bottle is from the Kiravian Empire, whom has nothing to do with Kraven. The Kiravians are one of the most honourable and humble races on this Earth, and would not dream of unjustly causing harm to another soul. They are indeed our closest ally"

Gaius sat back once more with his glass, clearly trying not to ask his guest too much at once. He just had so many questions, and so much to tell...

Dunan Ruu saw the disappointment on Gaius' face, but merely turned his head to look at the awesome scenery that was passing by. His mind started to wonder, gazing at the fishing villages and listening to Gaius all at once. It seemed like a dream, it seemed so surreal. What was it about this place that excited something within him? What was this feeling? He gave an audible sigh, his eyes transfixed at the Pictavian lands outside of the cabin window.

Then he heard Gaius explain that it wasn't Kraven wine, and he smiled, looking at his host. "Ah, well then, I suppose I shall try it then."

He smiled, a genuine smile, both expressing apology for his rudeness earlier, and gratitude for the hospitality. Then he looked back out the window.

"Tell me, Gaius, what is it about your lands that sets my soul on such a wonderful dance?" He looked at Gaius, "Why do I feel like I came home after a long journey, why do I feel something new within me?" Looking back out, he saw a village passed, making note of the primary industry of fishing taking place. "It feels like a dream here, such a beautiful dream."

"Well, I did lace your drink" Confessed Gaius before slipping into a bout of uncontrollable laughter, before struggling to compose himself.

"I apologize, it was irresponsible of me to imply I drugged you. even if the look on your face was pretty damn priceless, friend" turning his attention to the direction of Dunan's gaze, Gaius too looked out the window of the carriage,

"There is one issue of which we must discuss, that of unification. You may not be aware since your absence from Anagonia that today marked the birth of a new empire. Kirav and Pictavia have joined under the one banner, that of The Silver Imperium. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=547827) Since we share similar cultural and ethnic heritage, political structures and international goals; unification seemed inevitable in the end. As of now, all territories of both empires are equal in stature, and belong to The Silver Imperium"

Gaius sank into his own thoughts as his guest formulated his reply. So far, the meet had gone well, in fact better than he had originally anticipated. Perhaps that was a mere effect of nerves, however Anagonia was now an invaluable member of The Silver Imperium with the empire reaching a new height of stabilization. The defence of the realm lay foremost in his concerns, and through the unification of Commonwealths the Imperium was now one, single nation with the might of an entire alliance. Despite this, the consultation required between the High Council of the Imperium quickly stymied any attempts to abuse this power, as was demonstrated over The Far Echo Islands. Careful, yet not altogether prolonged debate would undoubtedly determine if war best served the Interests of the people. And let it not be forgotten that a large proportion of Imperial citizens were Anagonian in nature, thus efforts would have to be made to ensure they were properly represented within The Silver Imperium...

Dunan Ruu laughed, a joyful laugh, at the obvious joke from Gaius. This was an enjoyable time he was having. No matter of state business he had ever attended ended with a joke about lacing drinks. And he laughed about it! Unbelievable. This Gaius was indeed someone to get along with.

"Trust me, Comrade Brethren, you no more insult me than a Soviet at a Vodka party." He chuckled, an obvious joke where he came from. Dunan then settled down, and concentrated on what was said next.

Dunan took the words "Unification" and "Silver Imperium" to heart. He remembered reading a report about this on his way here. Though he scorned himself for not looking closer into the subject, he did recall most of what the report explained concerning the Unification of the two nations. And now, considering Anagonia was a Sovereign Province in the Imperium, the subject was on his People. It was well known in his government that Anagonia made up the largest portion of the Imperium. How this was to be represented was far from his mind, however.

In Dunan's eyes, Anagonia represented itself and concentrated on itself. After all, Seven Nations had Unified under the Anagonian Banner long ago, and those Seven Nations were still Sovereign in their own right. So these type of occurances was nothing unusual in both his Peoples and their Governments eyes. But something did bother him, something about what Gaius had mentioned. He looked back at Gaius, remembering something mentioned in a report about the Far Echo Islands.

"You know," he started, "Anagonia has just finished a two year plan in Cripistan to establish a stable government. Our armed forces are on their way home, and we are finally at peace again." He looked back out the window, "While we didn't complete the five year plan, we established a state. That state has our protection, and with that protection another Nation called Orbath took control of Unification Operations there." Looking back at Gaius, "I do so believe that our armed forces are needed, am I correct?"

After a moments silence, he looked down at the wine glass, then back at Gaius. "Tell me Gaius," he asked, "exactly what do you hope to achieve by the Grand Unification of Anagonia and the Imperium?" He smiled, "My People chose it, my Government ratified it, and so we already are one. But what is the true nature of it, and why would you truly need us?"

He gently clasped both his hands, placing them in his lap as he put on foot on the other knee. Looking down, he looked like he was trying to sort something into words. Finally, he placed both hands on the armrests and audibly sighed. "I want to warn you, Gaius. And I want to warn you now." His expression was grim, and his eyes concentrated on Gaius as if trying to force out his soul. "If you intend to get Anagonia involved in any military action, the result will not be what you intended. My People are, as much of peace, are of war. It is in our blood, our heritage, our tradition. When we declare war, we destroy for Glory, and we kill for Honor. When we believe our objectives are done, we leave. When the assaulting party transgresses again, we make sure they never breath clean air again. We show no mercy, and we fight with the intent to destroy everything in our way."

Another moment of gifted concentration passed for both Gaius and Dunan, he continued. Dunan's expression was more welcoming this time. "My Brethren, I do not say this to express hatred, or discontent. I only say this to tell you the truth of things." Both hands opened, palms up, in a submissive gesture. "We serve you now, my People chose that. In truth, we welcome it. But in war, we serve ourselves. Just be aware of that."

"My friend, Anagonia need not see combat so readily, for diplomacy be the victor in this scenario. Our attention has been turned to the priority of the defence of the realm, and so we do not seek any conflict unless it is absolutely necessary. Of course, I do not doubt another sphere of expansion is yet to come, but the well-being of the current citizens of the Imperium comes first and foremost. Should the Imperium receive an attack of unjust proportion, one which Pictavia can fail to handle herself, then we will raise the war-cry for our Anagonian brethren. This is why the republics of Anagonia are of such importance to the Imperium, because they alone are so much of the Imperium. It is not just a union, nor a strategy for defence or wealth, it is a banner. A symbol under which all who walk should be united."

Outside the cabin, a native Osprey (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/0f/OspreyNASA.jpg/785px-OspreyNASA.jpg) followed the locomotive, before banking sharply towards the sea; where its hunger would be satisfied. Seconds later, the fields of shaggy and rather unkempt sheep slowly began to give way to more extensive hills, coated in tall fir forests that temporarily obscured the coast. Scot's Pines and Douglas Firs soon dominate the skies, while a sea of twisted ferns coat the floor of the evergreen woodland.

"We are but a few minutes out from Fortriu, now"

With the speed of the train, the forest was short-lived. Gaius' displeasure was evident, however the sight of home always settled him. For as the tree-line broke, tall pillars of warped glass and metals reached into the air as the spires of Fortriu greeted the newcomers.

Dunan Ruu noticed the Osprey, its majestic beauty and near-fabled ability at flight. The Anagonian Province of Drekamythia had a few of these off the coast on its Imperial Island chain. Dunan had never seen one up close, however, and was amazed at the awesome detail he derived from this new experience. Seeing it bank away to the ocean made his heart drop, for he enjoyed the precious few moments that the Osprey had gazed inside the cabin windows to what lay within.

Turning his attention back to Gaius, and having followed every word of his statement, he nodded. Noting his brethren's displeasure of some sorts, he sighed. He turned his attention to the every-changing landscape out the window.

"Comrade Brethren Gaius, I did not mean the past words in terms of insults or pressure." His eyes turned to Gaius, "I understand why you value our service to you, and why our People are so valuable to the Imperium. I also understand the Imperium can hold its own." His eyes returned to the landscape, "Rest assured that my People are devoted to your cause, and would gladly sacrifice many of their children to ensure your future." Dunan smiled, "That is an honor, especially for the Drekamythians."

Then something seemed to cross Dunan's mind, and he fully turned his attention back to Gaius. "You know, the Drekamythians remind me of the Imperium. Their ways, their culture, and their way of life resemble yours." He leaned forward, as if starting an interesting conversation. "I think they are the main reason why I'm here. Without them, this place would be more alien than it is now. Of course, it feels like home. But I doubt without their influence in our culture and way of life, my People would not have as readily accepted your call to unification." He sat back, still smiling. "I think you should visit. The Lord Emperor of Drekamythia would be honored."

In fact, Dunan Ruu made a good point. The Eternal Dragon Empire, translated from native Drekamythian, was mostly responsible for advertising the possibility to the Republic Congress. They were also responsible for the word to the People, and the deep interest in Imperial laws and ways. Even as Dunan and Gaius were speaking, a huge power shift was happening back in the Anagonian Republic. Instead of the normal dominance of the Provinces of Nodea Rudav, Novaar, and Delphi Oceana, more and more Representatives and Senators were finding favor in the Imperial Party of Anagonia(IPA). The Peoples Democratic Party of the Soviet Union(PDPSU), native to Nodea Rudav, was finding it increasingly difficult to retain control over basic governing rights.

Which could be considered a bad thing. For over eight decades the Peoples Party of the Soviet Union was the majority in Congress. They influenced decisions, and spoke their vision of the future to the People. Most of the Military and Civilian sectors conformed to the Democratic Soviet way of life. Now, however, the PDPSU was slowly and surely loosing grip of their influence, replaced by the IPA's voice on internal and external matters. Indeed, joining the Imperium had made a change.

However, time would tell if this cultural change was bad, or good. Dunan Ruu was sent here to find out just that. A power shift in Congress was one of the issues that brought him here. On a personal level, it was the cultural shift that mainly convinced him a visit was worth it. But now, even as he spoke to Gaius, things were changing.

In his mind, he was starting to see just how good a decision the People had made. And, somewhere deep inside, he welcomed it.

OOC: Sorry for the delay mate, it's just one thing after the other. I've had exams so I've only really been posting in RP's which do not deserve much thought. I'll get a post up ASAP.

The train began to slow as it descended into the glen which was home to Fortriu. With the absence of the forest, the hills were covered in a thick and inviting coat of heather moorland, frequently speckled by their lilac flowers. A family of Roe Deer stiffened in unison at the sound of the iron beast making its way towards them, before darting off towards the cover of the tree-line. Gaius marvelled at the creature's constant alertness, as they were always surprised yet never unexpecting. He sipped his wine patiently as the heat of the summer sun began to beat down upon his brow, yet most would find such weather just comfortable. He began to long for the short-lived shade of the forest again, however it would not be long until they were among the Arcologies. With that in mind, Gaius regretted that he would have to move his guest onto yet another environment. The train was comfortable, peaceful, and with the constant stream of scenery outwith it provided the perfect vessel for diplomacy. No thought was left to linger, and should the eyes grow weary there was always plenty for them to rest upon. As his lips parted to speak once more, Gaius' moderate Pictish [Scottish] accent began to break through his relatively flawless accentuation: A mere symptom of comfort.

"I would indeed enjoy a visit to Anagonia, for I fear I know as little of the lands as a student may learn from a book. Although the imagination be a powerful vessel, to see another land with one's eyes is incomparable to a literary description. A lot may be learned of a man from his home.

I must confess, there is one topic of which I have a profound interest: Anagonian history. Could you educate me on the greatest events, friend? For I fear that I lack the knowledge of Anagonia that I should already possess"

The former part seemed to retain even more significance as the train made its way down the hills, where the heather slowly gave-way to sea-level grasslands. From within the valley, the silhouettes of great wind-turbines could be seen lining the crest of each hill, absorbing the countries ne'er ending supply of gales. At the height of summer however, the colossal silver blades of the towers swept lazily in the heat of the air, sharing the spirit of the season. Many newer cities and arcologies had been designed specifically to accommodate room for geothermal power stations that served most of Pictavia's energy needs, however the capital was essentially the nation's greatest national park. Each square inch of Fortriu was protected, even down to the great Latin caverns which housed the subterranean city. Usually, wind farms like these would be stationed off-shore, but with most of the firth protected until Port Fortriu, housing the turbines on the quiet yet windswept hills generated enough for Fortriu's modest needs. Much of the city was still nestled in the bosom of antiquity, scarcely advancing itself too far towards the technology of the present. However, the great spires of glass and metal which twisted into the skyline near pierced the sun itself. Left behind from the wrath of an ancient volcano, the spire's were super-conductors of heat, absorbing as much as they could hold from their tip to the spine of the city. The carriage was momentarily bathed in an almost blinding light as the unchallenged sun reflects off the towers, causing Gaius to squint. As light resumed normality, he blinked several times attempting to dissipate the multicoloured spots which now adorned his vision. Had he been able to see, he might have noticed that the Anagonian was doing much the same. When the Consul's sight returned, the train was no-longer in the hills, looking down upon Fortriu, but amongst the mosaic-like pavestones of the arcologies themselves. Great gardens separated each arcology, with the little streets few and far between linking the palaces together on the surface. Outside the Pictish citizens of the capital could be seen enjoying the summer weather; admiring the vegetation and dabbling in the cool streams.

"Welcome to my home, friend. the crown-jewel of the Empire: Fortriu"

OOC:

Dug up some history here...

IC:

Dunan Ruu smiled at Gaius gentle plead for information. He himself had took the proper courses in both mythological and written history at the Union School of Academic Excellence. Way back in the day he had even participated in assignments with the Province of Drekamythia during his high school days. Those times had been a wonderful learning experience, and Dunan was more than happy to share them.

Quietly gazing at the changing landscape, he gazed back at Gaius. "Well," he started, "I believe one story would interest you. But I must warn you, it's a part of our mythological history." He used a hand wave to emphasize his point, retracting and sustaining his smile. "Only recently have actual written documents been found, but they are so old and worn that no factual evidence can be concluded as of yet. Yet, it still strikes me as worthy of history." He nodded, "I dare say it is a story that describes perfectly what Anagonia is."

He looked out the train window to the glaring sunlight, and started. "Long ago Anagonia was not in the minds of brethren, nor in the souls of those worthy enough to comprehend. Instead was the Imperium," his expression hardened. "The story is told that in the beginning, mankind was enslaved by a cruel and vile race bent on the total submission and conversion of our kind. They began with us, and expanded outward to many of the now existing provinces. We do not know why they chose us, nor why they saw us worthy of such horrors. Nonetheless, we were doomed to enslavement and forced servitude."

He cleared his throat, "In some documents, a name is recorded. We know not the language, nor the translation. But beside it is the order." He looked at Gaius, "Back then, as far as we can tell, nations were considered orders or tribes." Nodding, he continued while looking back at the sunlight. "The orders name was the Draconic Imperium, and with them came pain and death. Many, many mythological tales come with this name. Many of our hero's come from the battles with this order. But one hero stands above them all."

Deciding to look at Gaius now, his expression softened. "We do not know the name of the hero, nor where he came from. But the story I remember too well. And it begins like this."

"Through Entitie, the Goddess of the Sea, came forth the billowing flames of life of Angoli, the Goddess of Fire, a man-child with tremendous power. Blessed by fire and water, cursed by the dark forces of the earth, the man-child was cast out into the wilderness as a demand to our masters. So afraid our masters were, that they killed two-hundreds of our brethren before giving the command.

Thus Entitie saw the man-child's plight and provided a warm lagoon for bathing and drinking. And thus Angoli heard the man-child's cries for food and knowledge and called upon the Dragon Goddess to care and nurture. And thus twenty lengths past before the man-child was a man, and was nurtured, and was cared for, and was given knowledge thence.

The Dragon Goddess saw that all was well with the man, saw his shape, saw his knowledge, and saw his power. Thus was assigned by Entitie and Angoli to see fit the man knew his heritage and his past. And thus the transgressions of the masters was made known, and thus the suffering and pain of the brethren was made known. And thus, through the Dragon Goddess, was power bestowed.

One length past before the Dragon Goddess saw fit the man for battle, and sent him forth to the Temple of Entitie."

Dunan stopped for a moment, seeming to ponder, then shook his head. "I remember this point, the professor stating that no one knew the rest of the chapter. But it does have an end." He chuckled, "Ancient history."

Dunan continued,

"The man, thus conquering the northern empire, set forth for the eastern, and the western, and the southern. Fifty lengths past, and thus all the lands were freed. The Masters, unable to match the power of the Goddess's, saw fit to cast demons forth with great darkness. Unleashed upon the man, thousands of armies of the Great Master fought in vain against the power of the man, which was blessed, which was having knowledge, which was saw fit for battle. Thus the masters cursed the Goddess's, and in one final act of transgression killed the Dragon Goddess that nurtured and raised the man-child into a man.

Entitie warned against vengeance, and Angoli forbid action in the Dragon Goddess name. But the man did not hear wisdom, nor reason, nor creation, and thenceforth took the Great Master in his hand and struck him down into the pits of hell. Thousands of Armies of the Great Master were struck down, forbidden by the man to come again. Such was the power and rage of the man that all who came in his way perished.

In sadness, the man was brought forth before the Goddess's. He refused reason, wisdom, and knowledge. He cursed Entitie, and spit upon Angoli. Such was his madness at the death of the Dragon Goddess. Yea, though even at this trangression, the Goddess's saw mercy. So it was proclaimed that instead of eternal damnation the man be casted out, so that he may learn and remember the Goddess's that blessed and created the man, which then banished him to the stars from which the Masters came."

With a sigh, Dunan finished. "That's it." He shrugged, "I nor anyone know who the hero was. But in official history that ends the Imperium age."

Looking out the window at the now beautiful scenery, he saw the Crown-Jewel of the Empire. So amazed was he that he gasped, watching the people play, and watching the beauty before him.

"Beautiful Fortriu is," he said with a whisper.

Gaius had been locked into a trance at the telling of Anagonia's ancient history, and was only jolted from such a state when the brakes of the train were felt throughout the iron beast. It began to slow to a crawl as it entered Fortriu's station, with Republican Guards lining the platform outside. Gaius barely caught his comrade's whisper, and promptly replied;

"Unfortunately, beauty comes at a price"

The guards stood upright with their backs to the train, lining each side of the vessel. Every fifth guardsman was rigidly holding the Imperial flag (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y154/Retro_1989/FlagSmallul.jpg), whose cloth rippled in the seemingly omnipresent gentle breeze. The guards themselves donned dark-grey and blue-teal-esque coloured armour, with intricate silver detailing in the form of small, convex wings that encompassed the entire torso. They faced outwards, expressionlessly onto the crowds of Pictish citizens who had gathered below, eagerly awaiting the source of all the grandeur and holding a suppressed excitement within the hush of their voices. Outside the Consul's cabin sat two grey wolves, ornately perched at either side of the door. The beasts had been tamed of their hatred for man long ago, and had fought alongside Pictish warriors since the Celts first laid eyes upon the Holy Land. They were noble beasts, and not stripped of their dignity and strength with breeding into canines as they had endured in so many other nations. In Pictavia, the wolf was sacred, and her purity preserved.

The station itself was the finest in all of New Pictavia. The entire building curved upwards into a great spire of glass, her material make-up resembling that of an organic crystal. Brushed, yet untainted metal structure bordered each of the windows that comprised the greater lattice, although hard to identify through the blazing light that pierced through the roof. The hundreds of diamond-shaped windows allowed a strange spectacle of light to dance on the floor of the station, with all manners of blues, greens and reds distorted by the glass and replicated throughout the building. The sheer glow that enveloped the construction inside created the atmosphere of a holy place, of a building of faith. On ground level, most of the station was obscured by the crowds of people who had since gathered. The great open space was not as green as that of Port Fortriu, as said greenery merely served little purpose within one of the greatest and busiest stations within New Pictavia. Instead, thickly-leaved vines clung to the first few metres of the glass walls, holding intently onto the bordering metals. All around the parameter of the station, the flora extended to the marble statues of the Lords of Terra who dotted the edge, like numbers on a clock. At the very centre of the station was a large fountain, also of marble, where the unamused children of the crowd gathered to play in its cool waters. Everyday above ground for the citizens of Fortriu was cherished, as the ancient arcologies themselves represented a completely different, dull and cramped life. Thus, that which they could preserve topside was held dear, and cultivated into one of the most beautiful environments in the nation.

Gaius stood as the train finally came to a halt, and replaced the glasses on the bar. He then strapped his gunblade back onto his waist and beckoned his guest towards the carriage door. His finger merely brushed the relevant panel and the door slid quickly open in a satisfying swoosh, revealing the scene before them. A moment of silence spread across the crowd as the pair emerged from the dark carriage, however one of the wolves could not abide her training and leapt eagerly towards their leader. She jumped again and again, ecstatic at her master's return, and Gaius fought to remain an air of authority and dignity about him as the beast crazed with excitement. Eventually, the Consul gave in with a sigh as a broad smile conquered his features, kneeling down and ruffing the coat of the wolf affectionately. Then, the tension amongst the crowd finally broke, and a resounding and truly deafening cheer echoed throughout the massive structure.

Dunan Ruu expected something more mundane and simple. In all his diplomatic travels, he had never been a part of a welcoming ceremony. As foolish as it sounded, he had always came to the nation, discussed issues, and left. No spectacular shows of friendship or brethrenhood. No grand displays of architecture. No displays of military presence. And no display of the people.

For the first time Dunan stood awestruck at the complexity of the situation before him. Instead of just walking in directly, he had came through openly. The people saw him, the guards awaited him, and the grand display of workmanship before him had him nearly on his knees.

He watched Gaius closely, seeing him waver in his authority, then submitting to the wolf's desire for acknowledgment and companionship. It made him smile, and he watched the entire crowd erupt in cheer. This was something totally new to him, an experience never before felt. Looking around the crowd at everyone cheering, Dunan believed he was being welcomed home. Why he believed this he didn't know. But the atmosphere of friendship, of brotherhood, seemed to crawl into the deepest part of his self.

He didn't know why, but in that instant, he didn't want to leave. He knew the cheer was for Gaius, was for his display, and not for him. He knew that none of this was primarily for him. Yet somehow, deep inside, a feeling of patriotism, of pride, of honor seemed to grow so strong that he felt one with the crowd. So a few seconds after this, after the crowd erupted in cheer, he joined them, looking at Gaius.

"My brother, your people are amazing!" He had to raise his voice to be heard above the cheer, but being so close it wasn't a problem. "They cheer for you, and your kindness. Surely you are a leader of free men."

Dunan continued to smile, clapping his hands together.

OOC: I'm heading off on a weekend brake on account of not having to work, so I'll be back on this Monday coming, and will address the INN then. I also must apologise that this is mostly descritpive and doesn't offer much input, but it's basically a tour of a Fortriu arcology en-route to the Imperial Palace where discussions can be held.

Gaius turned to his guest with a half-apologetic smile, and then beckoned him to follow as the party descended from the platform. The Guardsmen had cleaved a path straight through the crowed, forming a clear pathway between the pair and the great, open exit of the station, standing side-by-side with the expressionless faces so many had grown to respect. As Gaius walked onwards, the two wolves followed a mere inch from his heel still eager for their masters attention. It was hard to believe that such a beast could crush a man's skull in their mouth, for their juvenile antics oft mislead one of their wild nature. The Consul appeared relaxed and pleased to be home, offering short nods of recognition to his supporters who had gathered on such a fine day to greet their leader and Anagonian brother. Gradually, the summer sun grew in her intensity as the party neared the exit of the station; an omnipresent arch of glass encompassing it's metallic spine. As they stepped over the threshold, Gaius immediately shielded his eyes from the late-morning sun who illuminated the group with a brightness thought unimaginable after that of through the station's glass. As he opened his eyes, a plague of black dots speckled his vision before retreating from his gaze, and then he caught sight of the media. A handful of reporters leaned as far as they could against the barriers separating their leader from themselves, while the Guardsmen kept a vigilant yet indirect eye. As the men's figures took form in the plaza, the reporters swiftly reanimated themselves, smoothing their crisp-black suits and charismatically aiming microphones and cameras at their targets. They all spoke at once, their words almost lost through their desire to address the Consul and the Anagonian first;

"Excuse me, sirs, would you care to comment on the recent civil unrest developing in Anagonia?" "Mister Kadesh, do you cede to the allegations that High Council is merely a body of Kadeshi puppets?" "Consul, are you aware that the current powers of Civil Protection contradict the rights granted by the Articles of Liberation?"

Gaius stopped momentarily to look out over the crowd of journalists, but his lips remained motionless and instead he continued walking forward. He leaned in towards Dunan, having to abandon any attempts at whispering over the crowd and instead near shouting at his guest,

"Sometimes I imagine how nice it iwould be without a free press"

He laughed somewhat unashamedly at his own comment, informally patting his guest on his back. A councillor of Pictavia's Quorum who had met the train in the great crystalline building halted to address the disappointed reporters before him. Already, the pack turned on whoever would donate their attention however still with the courteous manner becoming of a professional, the councillor responded;

"As you all are aware, I am Eógan Sol, newly appointed to the Council of Gaius Kadesh. The Consul himself has arranged to address the free press tomorrow afternoon at his Imperial residence to answer as many of your questions as possible..."

Eógan's voice faded as the Consul directed Dunan away from the crowds and onto an adjacent square. The Plaza was large and open, much like most of the spaces around topside Fortriu, and was dotted with little fountains and artificial streams running on sandstone foundations. Beyond the plaza lay more green land, and modest lines and roads leading into and between the Arcologies. The Imperial Palace itself lay some distance to the west, on the shores of the Great Loch, however it's glass spires remained indistinguishable to that of the rest of the structures'. At the end of the plaza lay one such structure, towering over all in the immediate area. The wolves instantly recognized where they were going, and abandoned any further attempts to pine for attention, instead racing each other to the shade offered before them. As the pair walked towards said building, Gaius felt compelled to engage his guest in conversation once more.

"Tell me of Anagonia once more, what are her lands like? Should I ever be granted the time, I would love to travel to meet your peoples"

The pair ascended a short flight of steps into the structure, which was obviously far older than that of the station. The inside was dominated by the glass spine of the arcology, however there was no sight of the promised subterranean city. Instead, a myriad of lifts and stairways spiralled down below the floor, circling around one central, marble staircase. The stairs' themselves were not grand, yet reminiscent of a time of obvious affluence. Their design was graceful and eloquent, yet their age was evident in their dulled, worn surface and betrayed by the soft edges of a once perfect structure. As Dunan stepped down their ancient surface, he would undoubtedly meet the real Pictavia lying within...

OOC:

Sorry for the wait, been busy at work!

IC:

Time seemed to slow down when a reporter jumped out and asked the most secret of questions. They questioned the stability of his glorious republic. No one, outside of the borders, was supposed to know about this. The internal affairs of the seven provinces were strictly deemed national, and therefore outside the effects of international intent. Now with Anagonia being joined to the Silver Imperium, Dunan wanted to keep it quiet. It seemed he had failed.

What worried Dunan Ruu the most was the fact that this situation actually brought a severe risk to the Union of the Republic. Two major superpowers duking it out diplomatically, within the United Republic. Dunan had left the issue in the able hands of the seven nation talks, and hoped it would end the civil strife. Obviously it didn't, as someone knew about it.

He had been told in briefing that Nodea Rudav was already conducting covert operations against Drekamythia, and in return a secret war was raging. It had been kept quiet to maintain order, and Dunan had not intervened for fear that the Republic would collapse. Tensions were rising, and he supposed now it was nearing the breaking point. Dunan sighed.

These things happened all the time. Many decades before the Confederacy of Horsicos and the Federation of Luunar engaged in a private war to settle some minor border dispute. The situation, after the lives lost was finally getting noticed by the press, was pressured into a diplomatic arrangement that found the Federation and the Confederacy many years later the strongest diplomatically connected provinces in the region.

The tensions between the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and the Imperial Empire weren't new. Drekamythia and Nodea Rudav shared an internal hatred for one another. Only the Unification of Peoples brought about enough change to silence this private grudge. Now, it seemed, things were changing. Dunan knew old hatreds centuries old were being reawakened, and this was a bad sign for the Union. He supposed now he just put it aside, hoping it would go away. Now he saw his mistake.

But he couldn't correct it. He couldn't do anything. Now he had to pretend everything was fine. Somehow, someway, he had to downplay this when he met the press so they wouldn't look deeper.

Because if they found out the horrible truth, Anagonia was doomed.

Shaking his head he looked at Gaius as he spoke. He wanted to know about Anagonia. Dunan realized his heart rate had increased due to the thoughts that was provoked by the reporter. Slowly he maintained himself, and smiled, composing properly as if nothing happened.

"It is a beautiful place," Dunan said, "full of history. Deep, dark, history." Looking at his surroundings, he realized things had changed. Not only had the architecture changed, but nearly the construction. This must be the real Pictavia, hidden beneath the surface. He spoke his next words carefully. "We are like this, from one to another. At face value, we are the strongest union of provinces anywhere- expect for the imperium of course." He cleared his throat, "Underneath, we are different. So very different. We hold our histories to heart, and sometimes even our good intentions look evil in the eyes of many." Not smiling anymore, he looked at Gaius again. "I fear we might have a problem with image, even unto ourselves."

Step by step, the pair descended into the Arcology until the full scale of the emerging city was made apparent. A great cavern lay before them, the vast majority of its walls, caves and bridges coated with buildings. Narrow, mountain-road like streets perilously navigated in between the buildings and outstretched to a few towers that rose defiantly up from the bottom. These spires stood upon small islands, that it turn rested in what appeared to be a lagoon at the bottom of the long extinct magma chamber. The waters appeared dark and blue, yet still. The monolithic glass column that pierced the sky on the surface extended down below, right into the depths of the lagoon, glowing from the energy it had absorbed from the day's intense Sun. The little of Sol's light that did penetrate the roof of the cavern did not venture far into the Arcology, and the walls and buildings of the city are dotted in intense artificial illuminators freeing much of the streets from darkness. These lights which adorned the Arcology so were easily swallowed by the hot, damp vastness of the cavern, and much beyond that of the structures, glass and lake was dim at best. The eye could still make yet one more phenomenon through the space, for the walls of the cavern not built upon glowed, often pulsed faint greens and blues. Gaius smiled warmly at the sight of the city and the scene beyond,

"That spectacle you are witnessing my friend, on the other wall of the cavern, is not sorcery. It is a subterranean bioluminescent algae that flourishes in the dark, wet conditions under here. Welcome to what lies beneath the Holy Land, welcome to the temples of Fortriu"

Fin Esus was one of the older arcologies, but not constantly built upon in the grandeur that some of the others in Fortriu were. Gaius preferred her, each small, old building clinging onto the next like some ancient Iberian mountain village. Visible on nearly every roof and slope, ferns and vines that did not require the same light as their surface-dwelling counterparts overgrew, often covering the intricate stone bridges that overlapped each other in great volumes across the city. The rush of waterfalls echoed throughout the cavern with the waters that ran from the hills into the valley of Fortriu calmly seeking out the lagoons they're destined for. Large windows on the old stone buildings reveal their interiors; confined yet smooth and healthy in contrast to their deceptive skins. The Consul continued to walk through the street that had been hastily cleared by his guards, more relaxed than before.

"I was lucky enough to be born and raised right here, in the Holy Lands, in an arcology not too far from here. I always preferred the appeal of the rustic, the authentic, and Fin Esus' beauty does not spare us from either"

The party would walk but a section of the Arcology before heading to the centre of Fortriu and towards the Imperial Palaces, as Gaius presumed his guest to be tired and eager for business to commence. His wolves echoed the Consul's feelings in raising barely audible growls in their impatience to return home, after all, they were creatures not known for their patience. Their master leant forward to scratch the scruffs of the beasts in reassurance, parting his lips to speak as he did so.

"The surface of a nation does not have to be the aesthetic, it may be an expression of what lies within. Undoubtedly, there is depth to Anagonia within it's unification, as there is literally something quite different underneath Fortriu. This does not make what lies on the surface any less true to what lies beneath. The faces of both of our nations are beacons of our people's hopes and dreams"

Gaius paused for a moment to consider the cliché, but emptied it from his head. His words carried meaning, something which he believed wholeheartedly in.

"I must apologise, my friend, for words are not always my ally. Luckily, my people have either forgiven me our have not yet noticed"

With this the Consul smiled broadly, and chuckled ever so slightly.

Awestruck.

Dunan Ru could not describe a better word for what he experienced and saw. It was impossible to believe that such a natural, or man made, structure could be carved out of a...mountain was it? Looking at this made him forget. It was just unbelievable. The only other place in Anagonia he could have made liken to was a secret facility that held the key to the United Republics purpose, and he wasn't about to say anything about that just yet.

His thoughts then drifted elsewhere, concentrating on some long-forgotten memory. He had witnessed the Motherland, as Anagonia was called, in her prime a generation ago. That was when he was put in office, for a specific purpose, and a specific reason. Though these truths would never be said to another living being outside of the Motherland, he had watched and witnessed the United Republic turn from a modern third-world democracy into a thriving first-world union of peoples. It was amazing what science, and the will of many, could do.

Looking at the buildings and how they were seemingly carved into the place, Dunan thought back to the many wars he fought. Somehow, only one war came to mind the beauty his mind tried to comprehend. The war for the God-Emperor.

It was back when Anagonia thrived on combustion engines, oil, and World War II grade civilian and military vehicles and hardware. When a few lucky archaeologists discovered the find of the century. The Imperial Drekamythian Empire had held a lot of secrets back then, and an entire generation of history had then been lost. It wasn't until the finding of the God-Emperors palace that history made itself known, in a hard and violent way.

History told of one named Melkos Unchanos, ruling the Drekamythian lands before even the time of bronze and chariots. It was near the time of the Barbarian King, so close that historians still to this day assume they were one and the same. The difference that most scholars recognize is the way the two ruled. One as a King and uniter, and the other as a god.

The findings that happened in 1942 AU were so groundbreaking that Drekamythia shut its borders and took hostage the archaeologists to prevent word getting out. Luckily two had escaped, but not before a daring journey to recover their comrades. Soon the truth was told, then all hell broke loose. The then escaped archaeologists described the God-Emperor himself, perfectly preserved, then for some unknown reason coming back to life. They described fantastic creatures, Dragons of some sort, returning to the land after thousands of years. They described a red moon, and the coming apocalypse.

Indeed it had first been shoved off. But when Imperial troops were garrisoned near the supposed location of the Temple to the God-Emperor, the United Republic responded. First with diplomacy, and when that failed, with force. Records of the two-year war are still scarce due to the secrecy implemented during the times, but from what top secret files Dunan was able to read he understood perfectly why the Republic responded the way it did.

Someone, or something, calling himself the Melkos Unchanos, and using unimaginable powers, nearly destroyed Drekamythia itself. When the Republic rallied against the new threat, millions of men and women died. It was here that records gave a loop-hole, somewhere forgotten. But afterward records stated that the entity was subdued and destroyed.

Surprisingly, ten years later Anagonia launched its first vehicle into space, then the moon, then beyond. It seemed that this event sparked a technological golden age, so much so that it had never been seen before. The top secret facility took a large part in that effort. It was during this time he took part in the efforts, under a different title, and a different name. It wasn't until after these events that he was elected into the Governor's Office. But still.

He had never known what happened during that lost event, that lost moment in time. Something inside him told him it held the key to what started Anagonia in the Super Power it is today. For some reason, he never had interest to investigate. Probably because of the oath he took. Not only to the People, but to a mysterious few who-

His thoughts were jerked away, looking at Gaius as he spoke his wonderful metaphor. Or was it just a wise persons observations? He didn't know, though he smiled and nodded in understanding at Gaius' point towards a nation beneath and seen. Perfectly suited for serving the people, he thought.

"You need not fear," Dunan responded after Gaius made the comment about his people, "for if you serve your people rightly, they will always forgive and overlook your moments of questioning. For some reason, mine do too. Even when I believe my judgment overlaps theirs, they still forgive. For even now, we Comrade Brethren still learn how to lead."

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I'm just about to head off to bed and thought the party could be moved towards the palace.

Gaius smiled once again at his comrade's statement;

"Unfortunately a free press disagrees, for they crave even the slightest slip-up. Even if they were bestowed with the perfect leadership, would they not seek those moments of questioning, and attack your falter? Alas, it is the price we as citizens must pay to be free!"

The Consul continued to walk through the city, each building passing them buy crumbling only in aesthetic. The lighting of the streets, communication stations offered by the roads and modern interiors of the buildings drew a drastic contrast between them and, well, everything else. In many instances the citizens donned naught but mere plaid, a single heavy tartan cloth draped and simplistically pinned around themselves. The dress was arranged as a toga would lie on a woman, and as the wearer of a kilt would do so on men over a white ghillie shirt. To an outsider it may seem odd or primitive, however the ultra-traditional dress of New Pictavia was often donned on occasions such as this. The citizens of the arcology stood aside, halting in the middle of their daily chores to watch the men walk by, yet did not share the same reaction as those who had gathered on the surface. They merely watched, some smiled, chatted amongst themselves and then continued to hang out their washing, tend to the foliage around their dwelling or walk by. He was a regular face to be seen strolling around Fin Esus, and its inhabitants largely let him be when he was on business. Not all acted so, however, as those nearest to the men offered their hands to both, which were graciously grasped by the Consul at each opportunity.

Gaius continued to lead Dunan Ru to one of the omnipresent, modest stone bridges that linked the city together, that was in turn connected to a small station where a monorail train lay waiting.

"Please, take a seat, this machine will take us straight through to the palaces"

Inside, the vehicle was extremely basic compared to the luxury the previous train offered, yet clean and functional. Its exterior still displayed a flourish of Pictish design, with unnecessary steel wings hugging its uniformly white sides. The Guardsmen who had previously followed the party in silence arranged themselves in a rear carriage with only two remaining with Gaius and his guest. As the doors of the train began to close, Gaius took a deep breath, reminiscently savouring the humid air of the arcology.

"Excuse me for taking us aboard public transport, however it is largely the spine of our nation. Within cities, especially one so unique as Fortriu, vehicles like this are the best way to navigate from one point to another. We should arrive at the palaces in twenty-minutes or so."

The lighter-coloured of the canine pair settled its head on Dunan's lap, while the other lay obstructively across the Consul's feet, with its paws left extending into the air. Gaius looked down disapprovingly at the beast that returned him with a puzzled expression, but could not resist a laugh when he saw the behaviour of its partner towards Dunan.

"You're fortunate, friend, normally, they bite at newcomers! Tell me, are you an animal lover? At the very least don't say you're a cat person!"

OOC:

Lol, I understand. Nice post too! Your wolfs are outrageous. Unfortunately I must actually do a short one too, because I'm lost as to what else to say.

IC:

As Dunan Ruu settled into his seat, and the dog sat its head onto his lap, he chuckled. He started to stroke the mighty ears of the wolf, then pet its head. Naturally he wasn't much of a dog person, but in recent years he had come to like them. In all actuality, he preferred cats. Even the mightiest hunting pact of wolfs would have a trifle with a pride of Lions. But he stuck with house cats instead of the lions, considering the violence involved with the latter.

Smiling at Gaius comment/question, he chuckled his reply. "I'm naturally a cat person, sad to say." He rubbed behind the wolfs ear, "But I do enjoy the company of dogs."

Dunan understood that while Cats had the independent personality and agility, Dogs had the uncanny loyalty and servitude. That made a equal balance in his household. At home, he had three cats, of different breeds mixed along the ages. But recently he had acquired a German Shepard. It was a very playful creature, and had instantly taken to the cats. His cats, however, for the first few weeks had scratched at Dunan and bit him for inviting another one in their territory. Eventually, they came to their senses and became playful companions to the new addition to the Ruu family.

Thinking hard had left him not to notice the bus, and he remembed what Gaius had commented about that. He nodded at the afterthought, understanding all too well. Anagonia had a City Transportation System too, which enjoyed many a citizens daily use. Yet, however, instead of just buses and city transports, citizens did occasionally, if not most of the time, ride in their clean-air personal vehicles. Like Pictavia, Anagonia enjoyed a pristine environment. However, unlike Pictavia, Anagonia enjoyed individual independence in desires.

One such case was the Raceway in Independence City, which captured the nations attention nearly all year around. While Anagonia did enjoy to be modest, at the heart they were just a bunch of rednecks with power tools who scooped up anything they could find for entertainment. Heck, for a price a normal citizen could break the sound barrier!

He chuckled at that. While on the outside Anagonia seemed contempt and ever so silent, if you were to walk her streets you'd nearly have a heart attack at all the excitement. Everyone loved to live their lives to the fullest. He wondered if Gaius' People was the same.

A cat person... thought the Consul, Perhaps I should stab him? No, no, I doubt that would be very good for relations. Unless most Anagonians don't like cats anyway? Perhaps I will have done them a favour? Canines are obviously better anyway... No, no, no-one's perfect.

The train whirred to life as it edged smoothly forward, pulling out of the station on its monorail. Despite its initial slow exponential acceleration, the vehicle soon picked up pace and flew through Fin Esus often above its buildings, and often amongst. It was not long before the vehicle skimmed by the shores of the great, dark lagoon, the tracks lit only by the small yet unnaturally bright lights that dotted its side. A few minutes into the journey, and the train shot straight into the wall of the cavern into an almost invisible tunnel as clear droplets of water from renegade falls speckled the windows of the carriage. Soon, the lights by the side of the track were the only things visible outside.

"We are but a few minutes out from the next arcology, although we will not be stopping. Instead I believe it is time we arrived at our intended destination where we may talk in more comfortable surroundings"

The small, intensely-white lights continued in their regular and frequent intervals along the route, although after five more minutes the end of the tunnel was still not in sight, and the train continued to be guided forward.

"New Pictavia has been at war many times in the past decade, and more times than I care to mention in her history. However, we have been lucky enough to only return a few of our warriors to Terra and always achieved victory. Such feats against vastly superior odds were accomplished at the sacrifice of many sailors that hopefully will not be repeat any time in the predictable future. My people swiftly grew weary of the looming war with the east, for we wish to celebrate this pinnacle in Pictish and Imperial history in peace. We have many allies, many more friends and little stomach for continued war. Do not misunderstand me, we will do what is necessary to protect our loved ones and prove ourselves in combat once more if needs be. We will raise our enemies to mere dust should the cry of war be once again brought to our shores, but we will not actively seek battle out."

Gaius removed his hip flask and took a swig, before offering it to his friend,

"Water, if you like. I bring up the subject because tales of the great war between Anagonia and the barbarians of Red Tide reached our lands with little delay. I am curious as to how such a grand conflict arose?"

He had been acceptable towards everything up to this point. Something had sparked in the eyes of Gaius when he told of his nations valor acts, and sacrifices. When he ended specifically with the continued unspoken Cold War between Red Tide and the United Republic. He didn't like what he saw, and what he gathered. Hiding his face with whatever shadow was created, he scowled. Such things should not be in the hands of allies, especially if they disapproved of it. This was a personal vendetta, not a public one. At least to Chief Governor Dunan Ruu.

Something chirped three times in his pocket, and he took out what looked like an overly done PDA. Scanning through the touchscreen, his gaze grew even more ominous. His expression darkened. The dogs would sense something more brewing in the Governor, something sinister, something hateful. He quickly replaced his PDA and looked out the window provided, many moments of unanswered silence going by.

He sighed, finally breaking the silence, then looking at Gaius. "I will tell you that no matter who has come against us, they all have fallen in one form or another." Somehow he hid very well the hate in his eyes. Whether it was for Gaius, only Dunan knew. He continued, "No nation nor power that has stood between the Republic and its People has ever stood against us for very long. Whether he made them allies, or forced them away from us, we have always succeeded. Drekamythia and Nodea Rudav are tell-tale signs of our dominance, our ultimate glory. They stood against us long ago, and we forced them to be our allies. Then we made them who they are today, without either one ever knowing the transgression we caused."

Somehow the idea that Anagonia was not the direction Dunan pointed towards the culprit of this "dominance" fell straight through in his words. Something else hid behind the huge vale that presented itself as a unified society. Something sinister, something dark, something lying in wait to spring into existence. It was as if a curveball had been thrown when Gaius perhaps knew a fast ball was on its way, in all certainty. The entire spectrum of thought would be changed then. Thats how his words sounded now, absolute and positive to a direct change in ones thinking.

"Red Tide is a stain on this planet, not because they are, but because they defeated us." He actually snarled, "We invaded them, with a mighty Coalition of Nations. We nuked their navy, we devastated everything in our path, until we came upon their home. Then, and only then, was our world turned into hell and we ourselves forced into submission."

He looked away again, "This happened during Red Tides occupation of a certain nation which we helped free." He grunted, "It would have been better if that damn nation didn't cease to exist and collapsed upon itself."

A few more quiet moments passed, Gaius would be obvious that Dunan cared little now for the scenery.

"They torture their People," he said softly then. "They brainwash innocent people into super soldiers, ready to die for a corrupt cause." He slowly gazed at Gaius again. "They care little for the People, rather having them as cannon fodder. They hide behind children for protection, they kill their own loved ones for personal gain, they turn freedom loving souls into monsters."

He looked away again. "We discovered that during Cripistan. Our folly, our mistake, our miserable excuse for salvation. We feared them, Red Tide. We agreed to a Non-Aggression Pact, we surrendered our right to protect every Cripistanian. We made ourselves a joke."

Then with the slowness of a calculated killer his head turned, then his eyes, as a gleam of something unworldly came across his eyes. "But all thats changed now. Now, someone else has entered the scene. Now, we will have slavation for our past sins." He sounded insane, yet with a soft logical voice. "The Belkan Crises has gave us this opportunity, and someone from very far away has come to take over my military to ensure that whatever dignity those bastard Tideans have is taken away."

Then he leaned forward, still looking at Gaius. "I cannot explain to you the power we hold, Lord Gaius. What you see on this earth isn't where our borders end. We stretch far and wide, far away from here. We exist not in one place, but in two places. That person I speak, comes from the stronger, more capable part of the Motherland of Anagonia." He leaned back, accepting the water as he slowly took a sip. "I warn you never to look into that side of us, I warn you never to mention Red Tide. I was personally..."

His voice trailed off, his voice choked on something deep. He closed his eyes slowly, as if blinking and acting as if still in conversation. Yet, as he took a breath, he was looking out the window again. "I was disciplined for that mistake, severely, by the other half of our beautiful charade." He shrugged, and shook his head. "Besides that, I shouldn't speak of it. It is a deeply held secret that no nation can know. Not even you."

As if never having any thoughts, any emotion, he sat back and smiled as genuinely as ever, actually enjoying the sights now. "As for your question, Red Tide and Anagonia have a Cold War of sorts. We kinda skirmish, in words. Nothing more. Nothing too big."

He took another swig of water.

Gaius patiently observed the spectacle before him, Dunan no longer the face of the man who had accompanied the Consul throughout the morning. His own face did not betray itself with expression, and returned each of the Anagonian's indecisive movements with stern neutrality. This was not to be confused with ignorance, for the Consul carefully observed the transformation of the man, duly noting every word offered to him. The tunnel continued, casting an eerie display of shadows throughout the carriage that danced across each man's features with a sinister intent altogether too fitting for the subject at hand. As one light by the tracks passed the pair were illuminated in the fiercely bright light the city was renowned for before returning to the deep, empty darkness of the tunnel for but a few more seconds. The pattern continued accompanied by the soft whine of the train's electric motor, a monotonous and quiet wail, deeply unsettling in the pit of their stomachs.

"At the end of the last century, anger gripped Pictavia in a vice. A relentless, hate-filled lust for the death of those who sought to oppress us, who sought to spill the blood of our brethren on our soil. The preachings of the Church of Terra reflected this with an energy of absolute determination and vengeance, and my people listened intently, grinding their teeth and clenching their fists as they did so."

As he began to speak, his set features broke as his eyes scowled at the memory of what was to come,

"The corporations that invaded the syndicalist nature of New Pictavia were torn apart by the mob, and those that resisted were destroyed by the soldiers of parliament. Foreigners that came to our shores and subjugated our people to wages and conditions of a mere fraction of their own all in the name of their personal greed were ripped apart as their fellow bloodsuckers fled the nation and left them behind. The righteous man rose up against those who put profit before anything and everything else; before their fellow man, before Holy Terra, and we threw our bodies on the gears of their twisted machines until the mechanisms grounded to a halt."

Gaius tilted his head slightly forward, each muscle around his face casting yet more shadows in the absence of daylight, with a great, blackness dropping down from his eyes,

"It did not take them long before they arrived. The armies of those who believed that their fellow man could be subjugated and oppressed in the deliverance of their leader's personal luxury. The sky darkened with swarms of thousands of aircraft and the seas boiled with the fire of countless warships as the barbarians edged ever closer to our homeland, and the killing was soon to begin. Selfish allies betrayed our trust, seeking to take advantage of the war for their own needs, and we fought them too. The Church of Terra declared a righteous crusade be waged against our oppressors to drive them from our homeland and back to the hell holes they emerged from, and many honorable peoples heeded our call. The Utopian Crusades were declared when our greatest allies for many more years arrived out of the decency of their hearts to fend the beasts from our borders, and all who fought alongside the Utopian Commonwealth battled against impossible odds to secure our liberation. One by one, our enemies were crushed and limped home, our treacherous allies paying considerable volumes of coin in an offering of peace. Needless to say, many years later it was our fleets accepting the surrender of their homeland"

The Consul accepted his hip flask back from Dunan and took a swig of the water before continuing,

"At the height of the war, Terranism, our religion, was spreading like a divine wind throughout the barbarian lands of the... Red Tide"

The last two words were practically hissed, a short pause giving afterwards,

"Thousands were murdered by the Tidean state to control the Terranist population, and the beasts resorted to frantic, panicked methods to crush their peaceful insurgency. Without warning, the sky opened up above one of the largest cities in Pictavia and rained missiles down upon the defenseless people below. So great was the attack that the entire metropolis was raised to nothing more than dirt. There were no soldiers stationed here, only families, husbands, mothers, children, all burnt alive by the flames of incendiary warheads. Millions of innocents were lost at the hands of Red Tide that day. The Consul at the time refused to retaliate, already fighting a losing war unknown to him he would be ultimately victorious in, and the barbarians made concessions for their slaughter. Satisfied we would not exact revenge, satisfied that we had been bribed off, our pride bought, Red Tide left us to our doomed fate and continued the massacre of its own Terranist population. Little did they know we would survive and our other enemies left divided or conquered"

Without warning, the train shot out of the tunnel and into the relentless sunshine of Fortriu. The entire carriage was illuminated instantly in it's glow, almost blinding compared to the darkness of the tunnel the party had became accustomed to. The Consul squinted as his eyes adjusted, holding his hand up against the sky to shield his vision. Soon, another arcology reared into sight as the monorail passed through a more elegant station than the one before.

"Ah, this next cavern is quite different to Fin Esus, my friend. We are far nearer the centre of Fortriu now, this'll be our last detour before we arrive at the palaces"

Both of the wolves leaped up onto their hind legs to see what was outside, their fore paws pressed eagerly against the glass and their tongues hanging lazily outside their mouths in their pant of excitement. Gaius smiled again.

And Dunan Ruu was stunned, beyond belief.

Through it all, the man seated before him had just stared, neutral, thinking. A cunning prey, a strategic hunter. He sat there, listened, as Dunan gave a dire warning to the power that betrays even the Anagonian populace. Dunan sank back, assaulted by the image portrayed by Gaius, eyes growing wide with knowing, with some vision of some far off world. He sat there, nearly out of breath, as Gaius finished.

And then the sun shinned.

It was like a beam of hope, of solitude, of welcoming. Dunan embraced the light, smiling, eyes closed for the first few seconds, taking a breath he swore he never would again. He sat upright, at the first light of hope, again the memories of the past bringing hope. He sighed, content, as he watched the wolfs hunger for what place they called home. It was indeed a wonderful sight.

"I think we have much in common," he said softly as he watched the wolfs express their glee. "I believe I trust you now."

And indeed he did. No man, no worldly man, could lie through such a dramatic speech. No tale of that magnitude could bring forth such imaginations of falseness. No man could bring the horrors so clear to Dunan Ruu's mind with mere words of tales alone. He nodded, finding a worthy opponent. Finishing to find a worthy ally.

He looked at Gaius and the smile that betrayed the earlier feelings. Then he laughed, aloud. He laughed so hard his chest rocked with effort, and his face grew flushed. He laughed, with joy and sadness, with remembrance and contempt. He laughed for life, for what the joys it brought in even the darkest of hours, of moments, of seconds. He laughed because he could, because it felt right, because he needed to. He laughed, and enjoyed every moment.

Wiping tears from his eyes as he wheezed to gain back his breath, he let out a long sigh of happiness. "I believe we can be called brothers now, because no one has ever gotten that emotion from me in such a long time!" Nodding with satisfaction, he watched the scenery go by. "Indeed, no earthly man. No Terran, no human."

There was nothing meant by that comment, no hidden factor, no shadow of darkness or lie. He just said it, because again it felt right. And he smiled, truly smiled. "You will have to meet the true Anagonia, not the Motherland. For there is where you shall find who we truly are, and not the charade." He chuckled, "Of course the United Republic is good to visit, but thats just where it all started. It would be a shame to make you visit just there, and keep you from the joy's of Comrade Brethrenhood and hide what we accomplished."

In the back recesses of his mind, Dunan Ruu knew that Gaius and himself had a common hatred of the Tideans. He didn't mention it. It wasn't time for that. So he kept the thought, the feeling, the emotion, tucked away for a better time. Now wasn't the time to suggest things, to ask for things, or to probe for meanings. Now was the time for talks, and sharing, and joys, and the one thing that kept Anagonia in existence.

Now was the time for Comrade Brethrenhood, for brotherhood and loyalty, for family and people, for common ground and common souls. Now was the time for the beginning of a grand experiment, and the finalization of the Unity of Peoples. Now was the time for Gaius and Dunan. Now was the time for History, to make it, to form it, and to bring about the change for the goodness of all mankind, and their peoples.

Nothing less would be acceptable. Dunan Ruu knew that, even when he stood and patted his Comrade Brethren on the shoulder, and looked at the sunlight.

"Indeed Brother, I await our talks. For there, destiny shall solidify what my people wanted in the first place." He let the moment hang, then sat back down, and smiled. "Let my People Go, so says the wise one, for in there shall we unify as one, for one, for the betterment of humanity and beyond." He nodded, "This will be one helluva miracle, eh?"

Gaius laughed heartily at his comrade's comment,

"Indeed, one helluva miracle..."

As the monorail glided underneath yet another shadow of Fortriu's great glass spires, a wider tunnel looming ahead revealed the vehicles next destination. Soon enough, the train was consumed by the next great cavern where it's passengers were instantly reminded of the ancient arcologies' absence of light. At fist, the appearance of the city seemed much the same as the last; the great lagoon was present; the luminous flora adorning its great rock walls; the collection of desperate artificial lighting... Yet there was one striking feature that stood out above all others: the city itself. Unlike the decaying, primitive structures that clung to the walls with the utmost determination in the former arcology, the city was planned and consequently structured. Great bridges fed off of the central spire that acted as the spine of the cavern, feeding and interconnecting pathways throughout the city. Monorails alike to the one rode upon by Dunan Ruu and Gaius proved to be the lifeline of the city, piercing the walls and weaving their way through the bridges to navigate it's circumference. The buildings themselves were of a far grander nature, larger, exuberant and yet each within the uniform of the next. Their surfaces were decorates with large, ornamental twists of metal and stone in keeping with the greater design, although still affording each structure with their own degree of individuality. The greenery and display of natural waterways was far more controlled in here than in Fin Esus, most likely because of the higher density of the settlement, although a wealth of flora and waterfalls were still visible if only artificially maintained.

Gaius through an arm over the backrest of the empty seat beside him, peering out of the window as he and his companion had done so throughout the majority of their journey, He sat relaxed, listening to the subtle whirr of the train's electric motor, and of the bustle of the city around them.

"The entirety of Fortriu is protected, and is in effect a national park of sorts. Only those of family heritage or specific purpose may reside in the arcologies although most people prefer the freedom and clarity of surface as their dwelling of choice. Living conditions in the older cities are regrettably cramped, damp and dim, although the gardens and wonders of the terrain around and throughout Fortriu still attracts millions. The capital requires a great volume of support from the surrounding nation, and produces almost little produce itself. It exists purely as a seat of our religion, government and history. Does such a place exist in the United Republic?

"I feel so far I have learnt much of Anagonia, considering the little time we have known each other. I wonder, do you know much about the Picts, my friend?"

"The seat of power and glory in the Republic is Union City, which I believe I have already explained." He smiled, "The Grand Library of the Republic, the Grand Congress of the Republic, the Grand House of Representatives, and everything else central to our society originated there." He shrugged, "That is our only example."

He took note of the extraordinary change of scenery, and the lagoons, and finally the change of cities. It was so deep, this Pictavia. In all respects no matter how much he seen of Pictavia he never truly understood it. Nothing about what Gaius said helped him explain the paradise before him. It was so beautiful, so wonderful. How can one explain paradise, even the mist of it?

He finally looked back at Gaius after drifting away into thought, "I really can't describe it." He sighed, "How can one describe heaven?"

It was a rhetorical question, one presented in the absence of a true explanation. Dunan Ruu really didn't know how to describe the depths of what he seen. Not now, and perhaps not ever. All he could hope was just to see it, and try to understand. There wasn't much hope of anything else. He truly believed you'd have to be born here, just to have a grip of it.

The train slowed ever so slightly as it moved through the arcology, especially as the sky was become busier the nearer they moved towards the spire. The train did not stop however, and continued towards the opposite wall of the city where it would leave their penultimate destination. Consequently, the vehicle did not stop but merely braked as it travelled through a station suspended a great distance above the lagoon by the walkways that stretched from the walls to the centre of the cavern. Although guards were posted along the modest platform, a small crowd somehow knowledgeable of the Consul's route had gathered. Some of the party held signs, reading "Forget the Continent" and "A Future of Peace". Gaius was surprised that this was the first sighting of such demonstrators, although since Fortriu was the seat of government whose inhabitants appeared the only people capable of navigating the subterranean settlements, few protesters surfaced. They stood respectfully as the train passed by, while more supporting peoples waved with their children.

Family.
Gaius' train of thought was easily directed thus as he continued to satisfy his curiosity over his guest as they neared the palaces, as he had warmed to the man with the short time they had spent together,

"As I have said, I am fortunate to have been born here. It has, I admit, gave me a certain advantage in Pictish politics, although I wish this was not the case. Where within the United Republic are you from, my friend?"

For a long time he thought about the answer. He watched the protester signs, ignoring them. He even saw the suspended bridge, ignoring that. The skies, also ignored. His train of thought was so concentrated on this thought, on the repercussions, that his entire world became the belief of it. He had suspected Gaius would ask this, but he didn't suspect it to be this soon. And, from all the discussions they had, he truly didn't want to end their newly formed brotherhood with a lie.

Somehow he felt he could trust this man. Only a very few knew where he truly came from. Finally, Dunan sighed, and looked at Gaius once again.

"I wasn't born in Anagonia, nor on this planet." He awaited for the shocked reply.

OOC: An Explanation:

Dunan Ruu is not native to NS Earth, nor the Motherland of Anagonia on Earth. He was originally intended to be something else in the FT scene.

IC:

Dunan Ruu nodded his head, he expected silence in response. After all, who on this world believed there was more out there? It had been a long journey for him, from here to there. Never before had he met an individual whom he actually wanted to explain these things to. Gaius was the true personification of Comrade Brethren, someone you trusted, someone you took comfort in as family. In these few short days that he had began to know this man, perhaps it was folly to consider him one of the Anagonians. But, Dunan considered, it wasn't folly to trust any man with any thing.

"I'm human," Dunan chuckled. "I can assure you of that."

Just an assurance, perhaps something to soothe the thoughts of a whimsical alien invasion of some kind. He wasn't the one to plan those anyway, nor was it the attitude or desire of the time.

"I come from a place that is quite similar to the Anagonia you know today," he smiled, then reconsidered his words. "Actually, they are one in the same. The Motherland is where they came from, and from there is where I was born." He shrugged, "Anagonia has a long history, full of loopholes and mysterious events. I suppose where I come from is one of those paradoxes that just can't be explained fully."

OOC: Check your TG inbox in 5-10 mins, mate!

Gaius' stern expression was soon betrayed by a fit of hearty laughter, taking the Consul a good while to compose himself. As he calmed down, he wiped a tear from his eye with one finger and returned his friend's story with a broad smile. To Gaius Kadesh, Dunan Ruu appeared to be a drastically unpredictable man, of unique character and great compassion that made their correspondence all the more valuable. His guest's tone swung to and fro to the point where the Consul could dangerously mistake his sincerity for comedy and vice versa. Unfortunately, this may have been one of those moments. His hand outstretched, he slapped Dunan on the shoulder, while futilely attempting to conquer his giggles.

"You had me for but a second there, my friend. I was about to send you to the madhouse! Heh... This has certainly been a memorable meet!"

The jungle of structures that laced the arcology soon began to disappear from the carriage's line of sight as the monorail continued steadily through the city, their journey near to it's end.

OOC:

Yep, I laughed too. I was expecting him to be sent to the madhouse. XD

IC:

Dunan Ruu merely smiled, then laughed, then accepted the pat on the shoulder by returning it. He enjoyed conversing with Gaius, it was good for his health. If he kept this up, Gaius would outlive him due to laughter. And Dunan would probably attempt to catch up by laughing himself to death. With a grin, he looked back at Gaius after sighing.

"I tell you, for a second there, I thought I had you." He chuckled, "I had to place a joke in here somewhere you know? Everything was just getting too serious for me."

[OOC:Embassy, here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=542461), NAO! I'm glad to get back to this RP :D You don't really need to post anything much, I'm just going to have them move in to the palace in my next post where more "comfortable" talks can take place.]

Soon the monorail was engulfed yet again by complete darkness, however this time the whirr of the electric motor picked up, and gradually the pitch of it's soft whine increased. This was the only sign of the train's rapidly developing speed, as the small, intensely white lights that followed the rails were too close together to separate and merged together into two, great lines. Consequently, the tunnel did not last long and the vehicle soon shot out onto an expanse of grasslands surrounding the Imperial Palaces. Their colossal glass spires drew closer, with the train speeding through the emerging Imperial gardens. The electric motor suddenly died, yet the train did not desist from it's velocity and continued to glide underneath the open, blue sky towards their destination. Then the sky was covered, as the vehicle slowed down into another glass station of comparably modest stature to the last spectacle. Indeed, the two platforms were more than sufficient to meet the needs of the Palace's staff, and the train soon came to rest between the two walkways.

Gaius stood, adjusted his uncomfortable ceremonial armour somewhat and stepped through the train's automatic doors onto the platform. As per their past walks, the Imperial Guardsmen soon filed out of the carriage behind and lined the buildings walls. Amongst them was the young man who had tended to the press beforehand, who eagerly approached the party.

"Eógan!" bellowed Gaius, "I feared that we had left you behind with the journalists!"

"I managed to escape, Lord Consul. All is well" Replied the newcomer with a slight smile,

"Good, good. Duunan, this is Councillor Sol of Extra-Imperial Communications. He was supposed to have met us at Fortriu's station but I'm afraid he was somewhat diverted, if you remember"

Eógan turned to the Anagonian, and offered his hand,

"I am pleased to meet you, Sir"

Gaius paused for a moment then continued to walk out into the sunshine, the Palace they were destined for but a hundred meters walk away.

"Now we must hurry, although that journey was nothing compared to what our Anagonian friend may have endured already, I am hot, thirsty and of a sweat that is rather unbecoming of a national leader. Plus, this armour is a royal pain in the arse."

Dunan took the hand and shook, nodding in agreement with Gaius. The two Soviet Troopers left behind earlier came up beside Dunan, making sure all was well. When they were satisfied, they disappeared just as suddenly as they had, merging with the crowd of the train. They would keep a close eye on Dunan from far, but be ready to come close if needed.

"I suppose having armor on does cause discomfort," Dunan chuckled. "But yes, let's get the hell out of this heat."

The party, now three men and two wolves strong while closely followed by an unnecessary volume of rather impractically adorned soldiers, now made their way across another great plaza towards the central structure of the city. The 'building', if one could call it so, was significantly smaller in diameter to that of the arcologies yet was not inhibited in it's greater stature whatsoever. Built into another tremendous post-volcanic rock, the palace shared similarities with the rest of Fortriu, namely the spires that marked the existence of every one in a handful of the once-volcanic exhausts. The principal elements of the building were of a Renaissance-esque heritage seemingly carved into the rock to the extent of the previous nature of the stone being completely hidden from view. One would simply presume it to be a very large, Romanesque building with a several defining oddities. In addition to it's natural (although chiefly unnatural) spires, the structure was also dotted with man-made ribbons of metal each the breadth of two men which extended outwards, twisting and curving into the sky. They mimicked the glass' every move, and although relatively smaller they still exhumed an air of omniscience, their authority uncanny. The Holy Lands were the sole reason the Kingdom (as Fortriu's area of influence is dubbed) has received so much wealth, indeed many would look upon the extravagance of the 'temples' as a foolish missallocation of resources. The capital has always been treated perhaps over generously, however it's affluent exterior is not the result of any recent venture, but of nine-hundred years of craftsmanship and protection in a land no believer would dare desecrate. At the centre of the plaza stood the weathered, yet proud statue of Britannia (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c2/Britannia2.jpg), a testimony to the Picts' Romano-Celtic roots and ancient homeland. She was surrounded by modest fountains that haphazardly splashed the sandstone and the councillors seating nearby. None seemed overly concerned that their crisp, pristine suits may be ruined, it was far too warm for such foolishness. It appeared the spirit of the day had an infectious nature.

Many eyes followed the Consul and his guest, although none came near. Parliament was already aware of the event and would not dare disrupt progress, yet their interest was undeniable. They walked onwards regardless and soon were engulfed by the structure through a large, marble archway. Like the building itself it was clean and ornate, yet it's age noticeable through it's softened edges and rounded corners. Inside the structure lay a great hall with relatively little in it save for the occasional lift encased in a far more modern glass tube, or the more original marble staircases. On the ground rested simple, square pools of water inhabited by flashes of large goldfish swimming in seemingly perfect formation. Parliamentarians sat around the edge, some grasping important-looking documents and others holding intently to their sandwiches. As the Consul walked past, a few officials held up their cups of tea; it was, after all, the fuel of Pictavia. The party moved on and entered the central lift which closed behind them with a satisfying swoosh, and lazily entered into motion, scaling the inner of the glass-tube. Gradually, the floor disappeared beneath and the lift emerged into considerably smaller quarters. Inside lay a great window going onto a balcony which overlooked much of Fortriu; before this lay a simple desk and chair, and a couple of steps lower two sofas facing each other. Gaius immediately motioned for Dunan to take a seat and vanished into an adjacent room, half-shouting to cover the distance:

"Excuse me for one second, I- mmpmpff- Sorry, I'll just be a- mffmmpfm"

The sounds of an ensuing struggle began to develop, the leather of Gaius' armour frequently heard as it was forced against its will. Eógan seemed unconcerned and made his way to a side-desk that was conveniently well-stocked with bottles,

"May I get you a drink, Sir?" Eógan offered Dunan, while strange scuffling sounds continued next door. The councillor turned towards the open door-way,

"Sir- SIR! CAN I GET YOU SOMETHING?"

There was several seconds of silence, followed by a large groan of the thick leather and metal, and a distinctive thump. Then another few seconds of silence, until a voice appeared;

"AHA!" Gaius sounded triumphantly, suddenly emerging in the doorway with a rather bruised chest-plate in hand,

"Rum and soda please, Eógan" The Consul returned out of sight, and a couple of servants dressed in white robes emerged with his armour and entered the lift. After nearly a minute, Gaius rejoined the company of his guests dressed in far more simple plaid and ghillie shirt. He cleared his throat,

"We'll be eating in an hour, if you wish, however in the meantime feel free to begin any official business if you so wish."

The wolves looked thoroughly unimpressed by the spectacle.

Dunan just watched with interest, his passing through the spectacle was something else. Pictavia was indeed a place known for structural construction, obvious by how everything looked. He chuckled simply at how Gaius had utterly failed in any attempt to look official. He shook his head, laughing at how the aide had to yell above the mess. Finally, he sighed.

"Well there is a bit of business," he said while trying not to laugh. "How the hell can you declare war on armor anyway?"

Gaius offered his usual smile, and picked up his drink.

"I didn't, it was an ambush" he replied with a wink, "Now can I get you anything to drink before I sit?"

Gaius offered his usual smile, and picked up his drink.

"I didn't, it was an ambush" he replied with a wink, "Now can I get you anything to drink before I sit?"

"Oh hell, some vodka would be nice!"

He let out a burst of laughter. It had been a while since he drank, but to hell with it. After going through crowds of people, rushed by reporters, and about stumbling at the sight of everything, he needed a drink. He sat back comfortably.

"And you know what," he looked around, "Maybe the entire bottle."

Gaius promptly nodded at another servant who had been standing against the wall, who then walked over and 'removed' Eógan from the mini-bar. She then lay a napkin on the table in front of Dunan and followed it with a Vodka on the rocks, she waited from another nod from the Consul and moved towards the mystery room Gaius' had just emerged from. The Consul sat and was immediately followed by the councillor who had opted for a bottle of beer to tackle the day's heat.

"Now, I apologize our travels took so long. Do not fear, when we leave it shall be by helicopter, I just thought it necessary to show you some of the city."

Gaius took a sip of his drink, which fizzed slightly,

"Now, tell me your thoughts, my friend"

Dunan watched with attached interest the events that followed, then saw the Vodka on the rocks. His hand reached out, he grabbed it, and in one mighty gulp that only a person with European or Russian blood could do, he drank it all. Apparently, it had no effect other than calming his nerves. He set the glass, now only having ice, back on the table. At Gaius' inquiry, he smiled.

"I believe the only thought that comes to mind is Military Power," said Dunan. "I'm sure that since we are allies to the extreme, our Military is shared in some respect." He cleared his throat, finally feeling the tingling and burning from the vodka. "But in respect to warring, what should come to pass?"

The Consul raised an eyebrow in partial amazement to the Anagonian's boozey prowess. He promptly picked up the bottle of Vodka, placed it on the table in front of him, and carefully slided it over to Dunan, much like you would when offering a hungry bear meat.

"In respect to warring, we only wish Anagonian aid in the event that we can no-longer guarantee our own defence, however any other display military solidarity whether in offencive or basic defencive warfare is wholeheartedly welcome, and we shall always be more than honoured to defend the Anagonian homelands. That may not seem as much to a nation of such military might as Anagonia, however these efforts also extend diplomatically, and as you are aware, we have a respectable sphere of influence"

Eógan stayed silent, with his purpose in the room becoming increasingly vague, the councillor then attempted to mimic Dunan and down his beer, however half-way he suddenly stopped, spluttered and failed to conceal his belch. The unpleasant experience brought tears to his eyes, a given of choking on liquids, and he soon excused himself and disappeared through the mystery door.

"Please excuse councillor Sol, he is young and brash, but an excellent leader of the people and political artist. He does, however, drink like a girl."

Dunan took the bottle of Vodka, and started to drink it. And drink, and drink, and drink. Even as Gaius spoke, he drank, not stopping. He acted as if this was his own lifeline, and no sign of drunkenness came about from him. Finally, as his eyes shifted to see the display of the Councillor, he nearly laughed the vodka from his stomach, and finished the bottle as if it were nothing. He shrugged it off.

"In respects to the previous statement," he chuckled, patting his now full belly. "I must say that, in all seriousness, that is logical and acceptable." He smiled, "As with all things, we will defend our benevolent 'masters', so to speak." He chuckled, "Of course this is odd, considering we have enough military power to tackle Pictavia and her allies combined, but-" He placed the empty bottle of vodka down "-that will never happen, because the People love you and your people too much."

He looked in the direction of the poor young lad who couldn't stomach the booze. He chuckled again. "He is like a young Rudavian, yet to know that Vodka heals anything, even immaturity." He laughed heartily.

[OOC: You there mate? Not seen you around in a while, not been on myself lately either since it's the end of Uni and I have exams 'till the end of May, which isn't cool]

Gaius looked on, wide-eyed in astonishment at Dunan's drinking ability. He looked at Eógan, who looked right back at him before getting to his feet and walking towards the mini-bar. There, he picked up a drunks tray with various bottles and fruits on it and returned to the party where he rested the tray in front of their guest. He then backed away as one would when placing a steak in front of a lion.

"Please, help yourself, my friend" said the Consul, "I'm afraid military commitments are perhaps the more simple agreements between us. We have also to look at immigration, as of course I would expect free travel for Imperial passport holders between nations?"