NationStates Jolt Archive

(FT and Open to all btw, Sorry pressed a button accidently and it posted before I could edit the Title)

Early today the emperor was rushed to the Palace Medical wing, a specialised wing made purely to keep the Imperial family healthy.

He had fallen to the floor and gasping for air, The empire was watching on in shock as the Emperor secret was finally revealed to the Empire.
This started as a serious lung infection which hampers his breathing and his strength, Most days he is fine but other days he has coughing fits of blood and agony. He falls from his cane with him barely able to support his own weight and is showing signs of short term memory lose.

Emperor Belcameron II came to the throne when he was 19 and has led the Empire foward with major territory gains and Imperial influence spreading like a wildfire around the Citerian galaxy, He is called the Father of the Empire (as Emperor Belcameron 1st was called the Grandfather) unlike his ancestor he ruled more out of diplomacy and reason. These are the final moments of the Emperors life and everyone who wishes to pay his respects to the dying Emperor is pleased to meet him, Foe or friend alike.

(In the Palace Medical Wing)

I lay in my bed, Drinking a vial of blue liquid which slows down the Infection and allows me to breath until the next vial is given. A tear goes down my eye as Empress Bianca sits next to my bed and looks at me, also crying.

"Must admit, of all the ways i wanted to go....This was not how I pictured it" I said in a depressing voice, A tired voice and in the end a accepting voice.

"What did you picture?" She replied

"Dying in a orgy" I said laughing and the coughing up more blood, As his wife gave him a stern look he replied "Sorry, I know not funny" still smirking

"What did the doctor say?"

"Same as always, They are not sure if i will pull through or they simply dont have the guts to TELL ME!" last part I yelled at the open door, knowing dam well the doctor was listening to our conversation as I heard footsteps hurry off, my eyes burned with fire and then went away with a blink of a eye.

"Nadine is taking her adopted Flagship to Phenixica, she should be here by late tommorow is she takes the unsafe direct route. She left early this morning"

"I know how Perius feels now, knowing his death was near but atleast he died more quickly then this I guess il be meeting him soon enough tho"

"Dont say that, we still dont know." Such hope in her voice, Such lost and lonely hope, That is a hope of a soldier about to face hundreds.

I drink what was left in the Vial, I did not ahve the strength to argue the point. Let her be happy for just awhile, But I felt it in my soul that I was pretty much being called away to another place and that was a place nobody I loved or cared about could come with me too....Will I resurrect again? I do believe that i myself am a resurrection of Emperor Belcameron 1st due to my resemblance and personality but....Doubt does enter my mind.

All I thought of is what to say to her, Something wise? Some grand gesture or advice that I will be famous for saying to my scared and soon to be alone wife? Nobody can possibly expect that of somebody on there deathbed, It is when your about to die that you wonder about the true reason behind your existance and start to question your own motves on everything and yet im meant to be so wise and strong that I can fix everything with a handful of words.

In the end the words came to me "I love you Bianca Nadine Cook" I smiled and so did she as we embraced eachother and I added "Whatever happens, What ever comes againts you rememeber that im still their to be your guiding star" it may sound corny, But the belief is that when a Phenixican dies he goes to help the creator to build the newest editions to the galaxy and those of a evil spirit are thrown into teh Oblivion outside the known universe.

A nurse enters and says to Bianca "Please Empress, he must have some rest before the Examination tommorow"

We kiss and hug and then she walks out, I full knowing it could be the last time....I fall to sleep, I did not like sleep these days as the Memories of all my past actions and mistakes take it's toll on me.

The most important word i hear in my dreams scared me the most 'Adam'

Nadine enters the room the next day to find me asleep, She sits down and looks at be with wonder in her eyes.

"You told me it was stress, you lied to me" She said with anger in her voice, She was still so young.

"Stress weakened my immune system and allowed me to capture this darn virus, I did not lie I just emphasied a part of the truth"

"Dont give me that bullshit, you knew darn well how sick you were and you still treat me like a child...I am not Adam, I can handle bad news and yet im still being kept in the dark about these things"

I look over to her and take her hand, I rub my fingers and reply

"I am sorry, Nadine you remind me nothing of Adam. But you do remind me of myself when I first became royalty, So proud and so blind...Dont think I did not hear about your threat to the captain. I sent you there to simply remind him of his orders and I remember stated clearly to not intimidate them, You honestly think your going to gain respect by putting down everyone around you? You think being who make others miserable end up happy at the end of there days? No they do not, They find themselvse alone and miserable"

I smiled, I was sounding more and more like Perius everyday. I spot a datapad in her hand and yank it out of her grip too read through it, It was a assessment of the Colony.

"Thank you dear, The colony looks fine and the shields seem to be in a stable condition. Looks like your running out of heating material like wood and coal" I look over and jokingly shake my head "Oh how do you expect this to work?"

She smiles and takes the Datapad back "This is not worktime, this is quality time"

"Why did you jump at the chance of running that colony? You do know the press thinks it is all my idea, Dam tabloids think that im trying to force responsibility on you."

"Why dont you just shut them down then?"

"Because when they are not writing about me I find it rather interesting" The nurse gives me another vial and I drink it quickly, typically this happened to bring the conversation back towards it's goal.

I bring out my hands and hug my daugther, one of the most precious things in my life.

A officer comes in and said quite quickly

"Emperor, George Monra on the line. He said it was urgent"

I reply with much annoyance "Ok, I suppose I better tell the Admiral about the punishments of Treason and how to apply them to rebel nations"

Word eventually came to the ship sitting in orbit of a world with no name, watching weather patterns shift as they moved into new forms on the planet’s surface, and independent, living drilling platforms bored into deposits of carbon for further atmosphere modifications.

To Princess Naidine, Greetings, from the Citerian Expedition of the Vorlon Empire

We have recently heard of a personal tragedy in the form of your father’s illness. In the spirit of community, we feel it only fair to offer our own services in regard to supplementing healthcare; while we do not doubt the proficiency of your own medical profession, we have often found that a ‘second opinion’ is helpful in such matters. While we have limited resources in this galaxy, our expedition has brought considerable expertise in biology in order to best understand alien life forms. We will understand if you refuse, however, due to the obvious security concerns in this matter.

Uler, Diplomatic Liason, Citerian Expedition, Vorlon Empire

I look at the message from the Vorlon

"Well, I suppose a second opinion cannot hurt."

To:Uler, Diplomatic Liason, Citerian Expedition, Vorlon Empire

I would welcome you to come and see what you can do, But I must admit the infection has spread to far im afraid their is little you can do.

You will be more and welcome to come to the Phenixican Capital, I have attached the starcharts and Coordinates of the Imperial Palace. I shall reserve a stardock for you in orbit.

Emperor Belcameron II of the Phenixican Empire and it's Colonies

(OOC: Im afraid this thread is pretty much a slow progression of the Emperor's death, Reason I talk first person is because Belcameron is me. Reacts to situations as I think i would and such. If you want a idea of what Phenxica looks like go to my Factbook and on the homepage is a picture of Phenixica as I view it.

It is not a planetwide city, Since i believe that impossible to support and just inpractical. Just the size of modern say Tokyo)

With a flash of red and black light, twisting together in a deadly dance, and, if sound could be made, a huge crack would have been associated with this phenomenon.

A two mile ship materialized in space, black against black, blocking at pinpoints of light that were stars. It resembled a organic Star Destroyer, stretched, curvy, and with spikes at the front and back.

At the back, three large spheres ignited, rocketing the ship through space towards the inner planet. In the middle of the ship, buried deep beneath layers of AllCrystal Armor, bristling Arcane weapons, burning hot, marvelous technological complexities, and thousands of other mysteries, lie the bridge of the ship known as the Soul-Spinner.

In that bridge, a lone man stood at a large computer panel, typing in commands and messages. His skin is pale, almost white, he has short, pointed ears, his hair is short and white, and his eyes are black as coal.

He looks up at the screen for a second, and types furiously.

Hello. My name is Halna LeGavilk, and I am the captain of the Soul-Spinner, and Emperor of the Sollac People. I would like to dock and offer my condolences to Emperor Belcameron. If any proper identifications are required, I am sending ship ID and engine signature.
[ID SCRAMBLED] [ES SCRAMBLED].

I was sitting watching the city from outside my window, Amazing how you dont take notice of these things until so long into your life.

"Emperor, a ship has made contact. A Emperor of...The Sollac People" he looks confused, but naturally I understand.

"Let him in, but keep guards at the ready." I was strong in the Arcane arts but typically my age and condition had weakened me, I watched as 6 Messiahist Knights entered the room and take guarding positions around me and the door.

"He can dock with us and make his way to the Palace" I look back out the window and put my glasses on as I pull out one of my best books.

'Phenixican Dynasties Vol:1 , The early rulers'

(OOC:Naturally have to take precaution when a stranger wants too meet me, To often have people tried to Kill Belcameron :P)

The Vorlon dreadnought turned from its station keeping position, and punctured a hole in space-time, its engines sending it into what was generally termed quantum space, it was something of a misnomer, of course, it was merely a higher dimension of hyper-space that the Vorlons had discovered countless millennia ago, and all but abandoned when they discovered the cost of shaping it to form rapid deployment networks was far higher than more mundane hyper-space. However, in this instance, the marginally increased risk of an accident was deemed worth it to half the travel time, to a fraction of a day. The jump point collapsed behind the ship, as it began to tax its engines to almost their limit.

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(OOC: Belcameron is going to die about 2 days from now, so if you want to say anything say it before then :P)

The Vorlon ship eventually docked, and transferred four persons to the local authorities. The first was a white robed and hooded humanoid figure, who identified herself as Seliese; an actual genetic scan would reveal that there were substantial differences, identifying her as a humanoid alien, though it was unlikely that many would be familiar with her species. The other three members of the group were what one would identify as Vorlons.

All three of the Vorlons wore heavy environment suits, with no visible appendages but their heads; Uler’s was Sea green and black, its robes hanging from its shoulders, obscuring everything beneath. There were several layers, in heavy velvety fabric, and as the creature moved, they rippled, though it didn’t seem to have humanoid legs, it also appeared to have some physical locomotion involving moving parts, rather than a gravitational system. That said, there were trace readings to suggest it was gravitic in some way. The shoulders of the suit were a lighter green plastic, and a narrow head with a single, monoptic green eye looked out.

Another was shrouded in blue, its armoured form draped with an inner robe that seemed to show every major colour in a fractured pattern of motes of light, under an outer, ocean blue robe, its eye the same passive colour as its armour. The third seemed to be in a sturdier costume in flame-coloured oranges and reds, a single, glowing red eyepiece being turned this way and that to look around the environment.

It was the green one who spoke, to any who would listen, its words heralded by the strange, unprocessed noise of its un-translated language, like enigmatic wind whispers and chimes, “Take us to the Emperor,” said a processed voice; the only way to truly tell which of the three was speaking being a set of lights on its chest, that flared behind ornate, individualised chest plates; perhaps mimicking some strange alien gesture-speech. The length of its words suggested that either its meaning was simplified in translation, or the Vorlons took a long time to say anything in their own language, or perhaps both.

OOC: Well, even if plot dictates that they'll achieve nothing, they're still going to have a go.

The Soul-Spinner slowly docked at the Palace, and a single man descended out the bottom of it. Halna wore a long, flowing golden cloak, edged in the finest white furs. Under the cloak, silvery-green plate armor adorned his breast, all of it inscribed with Arcane sigils and made of technological fineries.

A scar now covers his right eye, jagged, all the way down from his hair line to the bottom of his cheek. His skin gleems with a golden sheen, and he makes no noise as he walks through the walls of the building.

He finally arrives at the door of Belcamarons room. He silently glides through.

As he looks around at the guards arrayed in the room, he smiles. "Ah, you are smart. Or experienced. Trust no one. I was planning on keeping up this 'Human-type being' charade, But since we have so many Arcanists here today, I guess there would be no point."

Halna's body begins to transform. His cloak and armor dissapeared, warped into his body. His skin turned black as night, and harder than neutronium. Arcane sigils, glowing with power, almost completely covered his body. His hair shrank and turned black, and his eyes began to glow.

An inner light began to shine from his new body. Even with the protection of the Soul Gem, the arcane power poured out in every direction from his body. His eyes (or more correctly, the glowing beacons of light that were his eyes) filled the room with a radiance of magical powers, boosting and lifting the Arcane powers of everyone in the room.

As he spoke, his voice carried a light, magical tune, acompanied by even more arcane power. "The Thread of Prophecies has carried me here, as it has carried you here. I cannot, and will not, interefere with them, but I do offer my condolences, as with the condolences of my people. If you want, they can greet you personnally. It will take no more than a millisecond, I assure you."

I look and smile at the new face, I found his appearance very appealing. Even in my old age all that is new is interesting, Nothing kills a man more then Ignorance.

"Been a long time since anybody in this Empire has used the word arcanist, We are fire mages to be more precise. Every Phenixican is a fire mage but years of dependant use of Technology has dulled our ability to wield the very power that the gods accidently gave us."

I stand with cane in arm, heavily leaning on it. I was physically weak at this point but does not hold reason to be rude.

"I am Emperor Belcameron II of the Phenixican Empire, Also a Knight of the Order of Messiahist Knights. Thanks for your condolences, I would like to take you up on your offer. naturally years of adventure and warfare have made me quite unused to the thought of Domestic life." I said this looking around at the building, Sure this entire building for the Me but so much room for such a small family. Nothing makes you feel more alone.

My eyes burn with fire as I look at Halna, I sense his power but I also fear that the power seems distorted....this somewhat disturbed me. Any attempt to harm me would be pointless, I might seem like a weak and sick old man but I did still have tricks up my sleeve.

Vaikunta; the Imperial Planet

The Empress (http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s84/Dragon_Master_777/ANIME/q7.jpg) was walking through the Inner Cloister, tending to the garden as her sister once had. At her side, keeping with her slow stride was Uruel (http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/bestselling-comics-2007/3520-1.jpg), her Blessed Husband. She reached down and plucked a gloriously cobalt bloom, holding it out for him to admire. He returned his smile, one that was replaced by a concerned frown as his brother, Camuel, approached them.

"We're busy," Uruel greeted his brother.

"Yes, I can see that," Camuel (http://www.anime-source.com/banzai/images/reviews/studd/characters/kouno_toru_50.jpg) answered. "Aren't you glad to see your dear brother, returned after three cycles of voyaging?"

"Welcome, and glorious return," Empress Uni greeted him, reaching up to place a hastily-made wreath of flowers on his head. She let out a chuckle at the frown that Camuel gave her. "Any news from the journey?"

"We have spread Your message of love and hope to five new systems and encountered many different and interesting races," Camuel reported. "Oh, there is a bit of news from one system we encountered. I only remember it because it strikes a cord within me."

"Please tell us," the Empress invites him to sit with her and Uruel, who have taken their own seats on a marble bench.

"An Empire known as Phenixica is losing its emperor," Camuel said bluntly. "Apparently he is quite ill and hospitalized."

"Oh, my," Uni mutters, placing a hand to her mouth. Her look of worry is lessened as her husband's arm comes to rest on her shoulders. "I will contact this emperor immediately. Do you happen to know his name?"

"Emperor Belcamaron II."


Dear Your Imperial Highness,
I am Empress Uni of the Culsu Empire. It is with a grieving heart that I send this message to you. I understand what you and your people must be going through, for you see, my dear sister, the Immortal Empress Ascended, has also passed on quite recently. If there is anything that my people can do to asuage your suffering, please do not hesitate to ask. My prayers are with you and your family.
-Her Holiness, Empress Uni Who Is

ooc: this is a char. from another RP i'm in. it is not my country etc. I just love these chars. and wanted to use them.

A guard leads the Vorlons to the Medical Wing of the Palace.

"The Emperor these days is always happy to have guests, suppose it does get lonely" Said the guard.

How right he was, The Emperor infact rarely was on the capital for more then a few weeks at a time. He was a hands on leader who liked going to the front of wars and daming enemies to hell, He was the first person to enter a room at diplomatic meetings and discuss terms.

So infact the best way to become a ally of Phenixica is to be a friend of the Emperor, thats how he liked it.

(In the Medical Wing)

I was in the middle of a meeting when I got the message.

"Please excuse me" I sat down and went through it and then replied.

To:Her Holiness, Empress Uni Who Is

You have already given this old man enough, Thank you for your message. All I will ever ask of a person is to hold up to their word, Nothing matters in the Universe more then Honour and Trust.

From: Emperor Belcameron II of the Phenixican Empire and it's colonies

(OOC:I gav a few extra days but sorry it has to happen sooner or later, Rule of Empress Nadine has to start)

I start to cough allot of blood and my vision was weakening, My wife and daugther was their but to be honest I would prefer they did not see me die in this boring way.

"Nadine" I wimper through the blood

"yes father" she said her eyes filled with tears, trying to keep calm but in the end she was only human.

"It is time for your rule now, rule wise and justly and the people will love you forever. Remember that I am always their to guide you the right way" I hand the Emperor's pauldron too Bianca.

"Dont let her out after nine and no boyfriends until she is 60, I love you Bianca and watch over the Empire while I am gone"

I close my eye's and I am at peace, may the trip to the creator be without trouble.

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Nadine sat their in shock, she let go of the hand of her father as it collasped and that was it....The end of the rule of Emperor Belcameron II, the most honoured and Respected man in the Empire.

She looks over to a Messiahist Knight who was also weeping

"Get a doctor, tell him the Emperor is dead and to be taken to the morgue" She wiped the tears from her face and walked out, She was never the one for emotional moments since she hated people to see her crying.

Thats the end of a chapter in Phenixican History, she thought.

Emperor Belcameron II, The Phoenix Reincarnate.

ooc: is this the end of the thread or will it continue w/ the ascendancy of the princess?

((ooc:I think it will be better for the Coronation to be put on a seperate thread, So you can join that if you want. It should be up tommorow.

But you can add anything you want on to this, I dont mind.))

ooc: could u post a link to the coronation thread on this one?

ic:

"Milady," the young messenger said. Her voice echoed off the ivory walls of the Sanctum Sectorum. "We have news from Phenixica."

"Oh, please tell me," Uni said as she placed her signet on a decree.

"The Emperor Belcameron II has passed into eternal life," the girl replied.

"Oh my," the Empress answered, almost dropping her signet..."Send my condolences and inform the Trinity."

(OOC: I will, sorry for some reason JOLT is loading really slow on my computer)

(OOC:http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13626979#post13626979 thats the coronation, sorry for the delay but it is still going so slow.

Just no unbearably like it was before when I could make a tea and come back to find the page had half loaded.)