Writers : Lao’Taun (The Sovereign) and Xia (CharlotteCarrendar)
Upper Kithugha-Damaudan, Yughoshi Chonyosa Starplex
Noranau Prefecture
Upper Kithugha-Damaudan was the heavily populated business centre for the Chonyosa’s capital, towering skyscrapers stretched towards a simulated sky within the heart of the massive leviathan. It was the primary home of the Nyshakrlzhao, the highly advanced humanoid caste of the Umarian kind ; it was a city that never slept, an unending bustle of people going about their daily lives, working and existing free from the binds of those who elected live on planetary worlds. The days prior to their emergence from the sanctuary had deepened the connection between Lao’Taun and Xia, the media had created a frenzy as the two elected to stay behind closed doors to focus on their newly formed bond.
The black Tela Luxury Sedan zipped down the H-20, weaving through the scores of traffic that were headed into the heart of the city, It was just a little after seven in the evening, the nightlife in Kithugha-Damaudan was just beginning to come alive – crowds moved from restaurant to club, and worked their way between their nightly watering holes. The city bore an architecture that held design similarities to oriental earth, intermixing towering glass spires and short standing tile rooved buildings. From the busy streets to the back alleys where decorative lanterns were strung across clotheslines, it was a city with a rich and vibrant atmosphere that was generally a shock to any who visited – considering the Umarians war driven nature.
In honour of Xia’s creation, the Nyshakrlzhao had arranged for a night of celebration. The highest levels of Umarian society from all castes had been called upon to gather at the Maishaasarl Stadium for what was going to be the largest party in the city’s history. Musicians and performers from across both occupied spirals were called upon to give a show in honour of the united Luminaries. It was an event that spilled over the massive stadium’s walls into the city streets where gathered citizens would be able to watch the stages from massive volumetric projection screens. The main musician had yet to be announced, kept a secret that would be revealed only at the last minute.
Lao’Taun had not said much since they got in the car, the privacy window between the front and the back seat where they sat was closed and locked. He sat behind the driver, wearing the typical outfit he wore to such events, a nimoya-cut black suit, with a mandarin style collar that had several decorative pins that denoted rank on it. His nebulous almond shaped eyes hidden behind a pair of adaptive lenses that for the time being remained dark. He looked out the window, watching the skyscrapers move past, fingers idly slipping through Xia’s hair, who laid ont he seat with her head towards him.
*
While the city was excited about the ceremony at the stadium to celebrate the creation of Xia, within the car that the pair travelled, Xia seemed to be unfazed by all the fuss. Dressed exquisitely, in a gold evening gown, that was made from the finest of silks; a fine cut that ran up the side of her right leg and pencil straps, Xia looked every bit the perfect companion of Lao’Taun. The constant stream of skyscrapers and tall buildings that illuminated the H-20 reflected off the hardened glass windows of the black Tela luxury sedan, and Xia cast her gaze out to the night skyline, as Lao’Taun idly slipped his fingers through her hair.
Neither had spoken since they left their sanctuary, after having spent the first few days of her creation becoming better acquainted and focus on their new found love for the other. Xia tilted her head toward Lao’Taun, to get in closer to him, as she stroked his thigh with her slender digits. Simplest of touches, without any need to say poetic words to the other. He knew exactly where he stood with her. Master and Lord of her world. Xia knew that when they arrived at this stadium, she would need to be on her guard. From going to facing against the Tthamaugn to then the solitude of Lao’Taun’s inner chambers, she had not been exposed to others, not even the members of congress. All she knew was Lao’Taun, and she intended to keep it that way.
As the car turned a street corner, Xia slid one leg down further, stretching out in a cat like manner, whilst releasing a light sigh. Content in the car, but a tiny bit bothered about having to wear such a fine dress. To her, it made more sense to wear nothing at all. But as this was a public function, nudity would be unacceptable, and so she wore the outfit that had been created in her honour. The fabric was so light and sheer against her flesh, which had now been marked by the scarring of their love making. You could even say that Lao’Taun had branded her with his signature; the long claw marks down her back, and the puncture marks on her shoulder, where he bit down hard, right before consummating their union. She wore these marks with pride, and would hold her head high as the gathered throngs of citizens saw her for the first time.
Xia continued to stroke Lao’Taun’s thigh, eyes half closed into slits, as she stole the moment to enjoy him, while it lasted.
*
Lao’Taun would of been content staying at the sanctum, he had little interest in any parties or other social events. Having been dragged to Madam’s place for meeting the Magistra was his last event and it had put a bad taste in his mouth. The idle ‘appearances’ to him were a sign that he needed to be diligent in deciding where their next campaign would be , he knew those within the military arms were no doubt also weary of the wait. Massive spotlights shone into the simulated sky, jetting out from the arena where thousands would share a night with the two Luminaries. Loud music blared over the stadium’s sound system providing background as citizens rushed towards their seats. The car delivering the two luminaries would arrive in the secured parking garage just as the Hand of Lao’Taun finished deploying into key positions to ensure their safety.
“Xia….” he finally broke the silence, just as the car came to a stop in front of the carpeted walkway that had been prepared for them to access the private balcony that had been reserved for them. “Don’t get separated.” he said, knowing it was something she already knew. Lines of reporters and members of the media awaited them, held back by a chain of sentries to keep them out of the walkway. Pictures of Xia so far were limited to those issued by the Chanyosa herself, the first picture was worth money and the story no doubt something that would bring whatever paper or magazine published it a rather large profit.
His eyes lingered upon her, the War Maiden of his dreams – the woman he needed and desired above all in his life. He couldn’t help but to look at her after the previous two days – she had completed him, made him whole and he couldn’t wait to see what else she would do.
Once the driver checked with security, he got out and walked back to the door beside where Lao’Taun was sitting, he opened it up allowing the flood of shouting voices and flashing cameras to disrupt what had been a tranquil ride in the car.
*
“Xia….”
The Second emmisary did not appear to be listening, just idly stroking, but then his call of her name alerted her back to reality and she then opened her eyes wider, noting that the car had come to a stop. Right before a carpeted walk, with many photographers and journalists on hand to capture the first images, and perhaps even get a small audience with the pair. Xia stretched out, then swung her feet back towards the floor and smoothed her dress with her hands.
“My Lord..”
Xia peeked past him, to see the flashes of the cameras, and you could see she was not terribly fond of them already. It would take a great deal of restraint not to attack those present, so it was imperative that she keep on her best behaviour.
“Don’t get separated.”
“I will be right behind you…just two steps away.”
Their eyes met as she confirmed that she would keep to her vow, and not stray from him. The last two days and nights, they had come to know the other so well, they could feel each other’s emotions, and become in tune with the other. Xia had been created to be a gift to Lao’Taun so he would never again feel lost or alone. She would shield him from the burdens imposed by those of the congress, and never lose sight of his goals and ambitions. He was her priority, her present and her future.
Just then, the door to the car was opened, and the roar of the press gallery echoed throughout the back seat of the car. For anyone else, they would be intimidated, but Xia sat still and waited for her Lord to exit the car first, so she may follow him in.
*
Lao’Taun stepped out of the car, glancing towards the gallery. He couldn’t help but be amused by it. These people who prior had spent their lives trying to get photos on his secluded life in the Cathedral were now spouting off questions about his love life and the future of the UAR. He turned, looking back towards Xia he offered her his hand to help her out of the car, and then his arm for their walk along the path that had been cleared for them. Several members of the Hand of Lao’Taun were present, wearing Power Armour and sporting heavy armaments and accessories they kept the press from actually reaching for the two luminaries. Lao’Taun had been very pointed to brief the members of his honour guard as to the level of fury that would be unleashed if Xia was touched – it was something they wanted to avoid, especially since their last infraction regarding his mother had left their ranks crippled for months.
Lao grinned slightly; there was a sense of pride that came from walking beside Xia – something that had been devoid from his life before. He looked towards the visors of the armoured soldiers, giving a slight nod he acknowledged them for their efforts – several were among those who had helped him lead the Battle at Ayenee, he was still disappointed that it ended the way it had – maybe he and Xia would correct the matter later. The idea of walking next to her on the battlefield made him press his palms together anxiously.
Once inside the interior of the stadium, a pathway was marked by armoured soldiers that lead out towards the balcony overlooking the main floor. The Imperial box was something that had yet to be used, dark grey metal fashioned into something that would of been reminiscent of an ancient Chinese overseers platform reserved for the Emperor at a military parade. It housed several couches, silk draperies and two throne-like chairs that sat side by side as he requested situated just back from the edge of the balcony.
“Xie, Xie…” he said in thanks to the armour pilot that had remained with them all the way into the booth, the pilot complied, knowing that it was as far as he was permitted. The crowds cheered, insectoids squealed and the entire stadium erupted into praises as the cameras focused in on his and Xia’s arrival. Lao’Taun smirked a bit, already tired of the constraints of public appearance, he leaned over slightly., [Vesperr] “You don’t have to sit in your seat, if you don’t want to” [] He issued, lowering himself down into his chair, expecting her to join him. He could careless what the camera bearing press members thought of it.
*
Bright bulb flashes erupted enough to startle Xia, but she did her best to remain calm, as Lao’Taun offered his hand to her to assist her from the vehicle. First foot out, revealed a fine gold laced heel, that was threaded around her svelte ankles, and snaked up her leg. The amount of leg shown was considerable, but once she had fully alighted, the dress fell back, to accentuate her curvaceous form.
Xia stepped up alongside Lao’Taun, then held herself in an almost regal pose. There was no fake smile, nor was there a luscious pout. She was not demure by any means, and with her shoulders rolled back, she cut a striking figure in the exotic gold silk evening gown. So light was the material, that you could make out the dark hues of her nipples through the bodice. Her jet black hair was brushed to perfection, and flowed down her back in a torrent, that almost touched her ass. Anyone watching may mistake her for a fabled screen actress, the way she conducted herself with dignity, and grace. To her, this would be no different from taking her place alongside Lao’Taun on the battlefield, with the journalists as the enemy. But any warrior would tell you, that the secret is to keep your tactics well buried, as you breach the front lines.
With the lines of armoured soldiers that kept the photographers and journalists at bay, Xia glided alongside Lao’Taun, with her hand clasped in his. She kept her promise not to leave his side, and together they would ascend the stairs to the private balcony. Xia was about to be in for a shock, at the sheer enormity of the gala, with creatures spanning from one side of the UAR to the other. All upstanding, they roared with approval as Xia and Lao’Taun came into their line of sight. Xia’s eyes travelled to her Lord, before settling back on the throngs of well wishers. She nodded in appreciation, but that was all she would give. Only Lao’Taun would get more of a response from her.
[Vesperr] “You don’t have to sit in your seat, if you don’t want to” []
Xia released his hand as he took his seat, and then a hint of a smile appeared upon her painted lips, and she approached him slowly, and then sat down upon his lap, her fingers already crawling up his back, to tease the back of his neck, in a sign of affection, in this most public moment. Xia was doing this for two reasons. One…to ensure all knew she was the gift of Lao’Taun, and two….that no other shall have her…ever.
*
Lao’Taun seemed to be making changes to his entire citizen facing reputation, having her at his side was one thing – but having her in his lap at an official event was another. The entire audience could see it and a state of shock was their reaction. The moulds of a stoic society were being crumbled apart by these acts – There were those who heralded it as the rise of Lao’Taun’s equal, while others attached to the still thriving, and still misguided insectoids that followed the purist movement – it wouldn’t be long before those claiming to be the “true” leaders of the Umarians would once again be spouting their nonsense claims. Lao’Taun’s handling of the matter, including the outbreak of violence in the Ryuusei Spiral had been quiet, but the fact was if the movement gained anymore strength it was going to mean a full out conflict.
Lao’Taun smiled favourably towards Xia, closing his eyes briefly as her touch played at the back of his neck. She was where she belonged, as was he. Just as he was getting comfortable, using his right hand to brush her hair back and over her ear – the lights began to dim and the stadium grew quiet, Colored lights swept from the floor and the higher level balcony’s above as the music that had been playing over the speakers was brought to a silence.
The resound of bass could be heard, as the signature electric humm of synthesized music began to play in the background. The music had an eerie nature to it, electronic and fast beat which sent the crowd into an uproar once the familiar sound of the performer’s introduction was played. Arriving at the centre of the stadium’s centre stage was the Norian superstar Yuurei Daithilus, the rebel son of Tisou and Reina.
{{ Don’t look for out anything because you have a soul,
A voice into your head is screaming ‘please don’t let you go’.
Don’t waste time in anything because you have a gun,
The words are bombs who can destroy the minds of all mankind.
Inside the flesh,
Inside you will find the answer,
Inside the flesh,
Inside you will find the way.
Inside the flesh,
Inside you will find the answer,
Inside the flesh,
Inside you will find your way.
Don’t try to become someone who helps for interest,
Can your sick eyes see the frontier of all reality?
The only way to transcend is a path through your fears and a pain inside,
Use your hands, open the door, inside you’ll find a master.}}
Yuurei and his crew dominated the floor, the plague of their highly charged and disturbing mix of sound ringing out for the enjoyment of the battle longing Umarians. Lao’Taun found the lyrical choices interesting, but he was rather caught up with Xia on his lap. Despite the loud vocals and sounds – the link between them was quiet save for the usual exchange of longing and adoring emotions.
*
At first the gasps and collective murmurs of the crowd rose like a flame from the crowded stadium, that the gift of Lao’Taun showed affection so publicly. Xia heard it of course, but she simply didn’t care. Her striking jade eyes trained upon Lao’Taun, there was a sharp flicker within her irises. The glow was unmistakable as she ran her fingers up to the back of his neck, and teased him with the bare tips. She lowered the angle of her head, which allowed wisps of her jet black hair to fall before her eyes. Not like she was trying to hide her gaze from him, but be even more intimate in this most open setting.
Right on cue the lights flared and the multicoloured spectacle would avert the crowd’s attention away from Lao’Taun and Xia, to the first act of the evening. The shock of the bass, as it drilled through the throng, almost seizing their hearts as they stood; the hum of the signature electric guitar whooped the crowd into a frenzy; screeching and hollering. The pace whipped up, to have the crowd all dancing in a mass of bodies, that from so high above, was like watching on single mass, pulsating to the rhythmic beat.
The crowd was in awe as they saw Yuurei Daithilus take to the stage; with his unmistakable voice, he broke into song and had the entire stadium on its feet; jumping and raising their hands on high. All the while up in the balcony, Xia remained seated almost oblivious to the hive of activity that brought the stadium to life. She instead drew herself in closer to Lao’Taun, nuzzling her cheek to his, as her fingers started to make a journey lower down his spine. For all the noise, lights and hysteria, she was truly only captivated by Lao’Taun. If he had of taken her right then and there, she would not had shown resistance. Xia simply couldn’t get enough of him.
*
The crowd erupted with applauds and screamed praises for the Norian as he and his crew tore up the stage. Pyrotechnics erupted giving a light show as different coloured lasers crossed through the plumes of smoke. Lao’Taun had all the light show he needed, eyes locked with Xia’s as the whole stadium seemed to be in chaos around them. Within their bond, within their touch, it was as if everything else had stopped, like a feather drifting to the floor in a quiet room. Lao stood up from the chair, holding her onto him as he did, and with a single step forwards he sat her on the edge of the balcony’s railing. His lips smashed against hers in a steamy passionate kiss, one that put the entire stadium into a brief silence. It was more the shock of them seeing it, the Luminary was always depicted as a stoic, emotionless man but there he was, lip locked with this woman in front of everyone. While their people were in surprise, back in the Cathedral Yughoshi’s humanoid representative sat upon her son’s throne, a wide grin on her lips as she observed the two in the stadium — her work was done.
The next set of performers had come out onto stage, it was two Nyshakrlzhao women armed with swords with ribbons attached to their hilts. The two would begin fencing to a fairly fast paced song, metal clashing, ribbons whipping and twisting through the air in coordination. The movement was artistic, yet embodied the spirit of fighting – something that normally would of had Lao’Taun’s attention — but he hadn’t even noticed the change in performers or if he did, he didn’t show any signs of it.
*
This night had brought out all of its stars, and with the change in the performers, the crowd was being offered a right treat, having been lifted to dizzying heights by Yuurei Daithilus and his band. The laser lights and strobes lit up the arena, and all were bathed in a spectrum of lights, in particular Lao’Taun, who had swept up Xia and carried her to the ledge of the balcony, where he set her down, and took her lips in a powered and hungry kiss. Xia could barely contain the awakening desire that bubbled up from within her like a simmering volcano. Course the crowd all stopped to see this. Could this truly be the same man, who had virtually cut himself off from the populace and never once shown one sliver of emotion? If this had been the creator’s plan all along, then it was a resounding success.
Xia brought up both hands to cradle Lao’Taun’s face, as she parted her lips further, and allowed his tongue to sweep into her mouth. One of the pencil straps of her gown slide down the curve of her shoulder, and if she could have, she would have kicked off her shoes, and let him undress her right then and there. Nothing else in the world mattered, even the newest act, with the two women, dancing with threaded swords; their silk ribbons twisting and twirling; making for a magical display. But nothing was more magical than the reflection Xia saw in his eyes. This was a night of nights, a time for a renewal of the beliefs in the founders of their society. The crowd became euphoric, a sea of gyrating bodies. All very much in time with the couple on the high balcony.
*
Lao’Taun looked back at Xia, the heavy weight of concerns and matters of state faded from his thoughts, she held his attention like a bright shining star, the only focus point within his field of vision. He had no reason to recite accolades in her honour, no need to impress her by giving her physical trinkets that would eventually wear and break. The fact she had pulled back to look at him, just told him even more – the opportunity to share the windows of the soul and all that their glassy nebulous frontiers had to offer in the range emotion and power. Her presence was difficult to explain, almost like an extension of his own, layered with him in a bond that reached further than even the Umarians had explored. A man who had lived his life through the execution of power, the conquest of worlds – held in awe by one creation, the one made for him.
The two sword dancers wove and leapt in each other’s paths, sending their blades clashing together in a spray of sparks. Step by step, ribbons twisting, gyrating, becoming alive within the air. Clash after clash, the aggression of the expressive dance escalated with the thundering beat of the techno-like music. Some of the crowd was watching, the rest were still focused on the Imperial box, flabbergasted at the sight they seen. While the emotions were mixed, the beauty was seen – the love of the Liminaries was an artistry within itself. The way they moved, their silence was like a pair who had been bonded for eons, and it was inspiring for those who could understand it, a leader no longer secluded within a Cathedral save for the days that battle dawned.
If only….Everyone agreed….Viceroy C’zharsthazst was still gloating after his incursion into the Kehusaca System. The leader of the Nthaugu Enyorsignoa, the once twelth military arm of the UAR had declared himself ‘The true leader of the Raquamothla’ and had begun a civil conflict in the name of challenging the Mandate. Lao’Taun’s measure of response to the single system being invaded in the Ryuusei Spiral had been minimal, not wanting to legitimatize the purist movement through attention he had left it to the elusive Hand of Lao’Taun his honour guard and intelligence services. The song which started as the heated battle between the two artists increased to a new level, the one young lady had managed to place injury upon the other, a splatter of purplish Nyshakrlzhao blood sent the audience into another entertained frenzy, but words of the song signalled the initiation of something else.
“Love is on fire….”
{{ I can see us in your eyes
No need to think it twice
Like it was always meant to be
You and me
And there are times when everything is a mess
But nothing is to confess
Like when two stars collide
Love is on fire
A burning heart
As if I have known it from the start
It was love at first sight
No matter of time
That I will make you mine
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
That I will make you mine
Love is on fire!
I got nothing more to miss
Never needed more than this
Just like a miracle
Sensational
And days will come when anything is wrong
But it keeps us going on
So come whatever may
Love is on fire
Tap-dah-de-doe…
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
It was love at first sight, a matter of time
That I would make you mine
Love is on fire
A burning heart
As if I have known it from the start
It was love at first time
No matter of time
Then I will make you mine
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
That I would make you mine
Love is on fire
Love is on fire
A burning heart
As if I have known it from the start
It was love at first time
No matter of time
That I will make you mine
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
That I would make you mine
Love is on fire
Tap-dah-de-doe
Yeah! Tap-dah-de-doe
It was love at first sight, a matter of time
That I would make you mine
Love is on fire! }}
Viceroy C’zharsthazst’s son had been killed by Lao’Taun during the conflict at Sakruagna Docks. It was the last step in the course of action and reaction since the first incursion. The action was the death of the Viceroy’s son, the reaction was the final second on the countdown clock.[1st Bomb] The plasma mine beneath the thrones where the couple had been sitting detonated, shattering the wood and vaporizing the synthetic fabrics of the drapery as it sent shockwaves crashing outwards. The balcony crumbled, cement and concrete crashing towards the stadium floor below. The shockwave hit Lao’Taun, his grip still on Xia as it sent them blasting forwards. “……no….” Lao’Taun uttered as they were thrown forwards by the compression waves that travelled in front of the superheated plasma that was incinerating everything behind them. Lao’Taun’s grip was unyielding as they began to free fall passing level after level of the massive stadium, trying to gain focus to activate Myothe or another of his weaponization or defensive enhancements. It seemed to all happen in slow motion.
[2nd Bomb] Another plasma mine erupted beneath the second floor gallery where the Anuin Congress VIP seating was located. Superheated gases tore through the atmosphere of the stadium vaporizing some right where they stood, radiated plumes of smoke crashed through corridors in the access and service ring around the stadium, propelled by the concussive waves of the bombs exploding.
*
The backdrop to Lao’Tan and Xia was a marvel fo sight, sound and spectacular feats with the dancing sword women, giving their all to wow the crowd with synchronised movements, that increased their frequency as the music’s tempo gained height. Xia however was too captivated by her Lord, to even look back at the hypnotic lights, for the only lights she wished to see were in Lao’Taun’s eyes. Their arms intertwined, with hands that were wildly tracing across the other’s form. A captivating sight for the spectators so far below, but also other eyes, who found the display distasteful and a mockery to the memory of a lost son.
The night was building to its crescendo, the magnum opus of their time, but would they live to enjoy it? Dark and twisted plots had long before been hatched, and measures put in place that would bypass the security and intelligence forces of Lao’Taun. As both were enraptured by the other to even notice the roar of the crowd, their ideal world, was about to be blown apart. Little did Lao’Taun realise but there was a plasma mine situated under the thrones were the couple were supposed to be seated. Fate had at least given them a few metres grace, for when the mine was detonated, it would incinerated the thrones, sending shards of timber hurtling outwards, while the standard bearing curtains behind melted into nothing. The foundations of the balcony were blasted apart, disintegrating beneath them, as the Emmisary and his mate were blown well clear of the point of impact. They went from being in each others arms, to suddenly plummeting in a dizzying spiral downwards to the stadium floor. On the ground, the thousands of people gathered all stopped their dancing, the music dying as Lao’Taun and Xia were freefalling from such a great height.
Xia’s hair was being blown wildly about her face, and she tried to reach for the hand of Lao’Taun, the look of horror on her face, that after only having been created for him, she was about to lose him once her body hit the ground. The second bomb exploded, and this took out the second floor gallery where the Anuin Congress seating was located. It was like the entire stadium was set to be destroyed, by a wave of bomb blasts, with the choking smoke and vapour filling the air.
*
“…..No……….”
A second explosion… Lao’Taun could feel as the heat and flames tore through the air around them. The blast from the second explosion created compressed shockwaves that actually altered their trajectory, sending them slightly higher and falling more towards the centre of the stadium. Lao’Taun was in a fury, his mind was racing as were his hearts – everything that he had was about to be gone. He exhaled deeply, memories of the two days he had spent with Xia filled his mind. [Myothe] The air distorted and crackled as the electrogravitic fields around him pushed outwards as they continued to fall, the constantly shifting air, ash and debris making it hard to keep the field stable. []
“Help me….” Lao’Taun managed to utter, hoping that between the two of them they would be able to alter their electrogravitic fields enough to be able to at least fly up and out of the stadium.
[Bomb 3] With the explosions occurring in Maishaasarl Stadium, emergency crews and members of the Hand of Lao’Taun were being deployed rapidly as well as members of the military arms most closely allied with Lao’Taun. The response time for the Athaehora Nysturu however lagged, the time delay required more of the hand of Lao’Taun be divereted into the Chonyosa. The third and final bomb, the one which was the actual target exploded not at the stadium but on the other side of Kithugha-Damaudan. The home of Vice-roy Alcohost Yothazst, the attributed victor of their defeat of Lorenz exploded, the massive tower of glass and metal collapsed pancaking in on itself. The Vice-roy, his family and staff had been in the tower at the time, it was unlikely that they even had time to scream before being vaporized in the blast. From the smouldering rubble, a shielded volumetric projector activated, the form of Viceroy C’zharsthazst could be seen by the entire city, and the single horrifying message, repeated from the incident in the Ryuusei Spiral resounded through the city streets.
‘”We are the true Raquamothla… There shall be no other.”
*
“Help me….”
Xia’s eyes zeroed in on Lao’Taun as they were plummeting, falling in what felt like forever. The second blast had actually blown them further upward, caught in the updraft of the super heated air. Her arms were flailing but almost in slow motion as she tried in vain to catch a hold of Lao’Taun’s hand. More and more shocks from the explosions rang out and the vibrations were blowing all off their feet below.
“Lao…”
All he could see was her mouth his name for any sound was drowned out, but their mental link was well and truly activated. All the scars and markings that Lao’Taun had carved into her body with his own nails and fingers, suddenly illuminated, a strange aero descent blue that pulsated and altered to the colour of blue flame. Her eyes also changed to a radiant electric blue. In fact her entire form was sending out, projecting a strange visual aura. Much like when they had made love in the chamber of no gravity, this was starting to have a similar affect on Xia.
The look on her face changed, from the terrified creasing, to a fiery determination, as even her hair had a steel blue sheen to it. The markings were now leaking the fuel of her energy, the state of her electrogravitic field altering, as she reached to seize Lao’Taun’s wrist, her clawed fingers engulfing his skin as she tipped her head back, and with her feet pointed straight down, she blasted upwards, letting the power take her flying high above the stadium, that was in disray far below.
*
From falling, to blasting upwards their trajectory changed just as the plasma fires consumed the stage below. Something had ignited within Xia, he could feel it. Their electrogravitic fields melded and flowed, sending them high above the danger and into the artificial atmosphere that was held in a simulated sky above the city. K16 ‘Tshusigni’ Assault Power Armors flooded from private military access tubes into the city chamber, the pilots being advised by Yughoshi control as to the situation. One of Lao’Taun’s most supportive Viceroy had been assassinated, several other upper ranking members of the Anuin Congress were dead or injured. No matter what the problem with the purist traitors was no longer something that Xia and Lao’Taun could ignore, his eyes narrowed as he gazed over her shoulder briefly before returning his gaze to her eyes.
There was a lot that needed to be done; the systemic effect of such actions would have to be handled. Lao’Taun however was more concerned what had nearly been lost, strong and unmovable arms encompassed Xia as if they were still falling. High above the city, water vapour was held in suspension as that even within the Yughoshi”s carefully balanced internal environment it rained. The water vapor showered down around the two, soaking them to the point the water was running in streams down over their boots.
Lao’Taun grabbed Xia hard, almost tearing her towards him as he kissed her as hard as he could, it was a good thing that the vapour had fallen on them, for it hid the crystalline streams that ran from the corners of his slanted eyes. The horrors below were the declarations of a war, a call to arms and an unfathomable loss. The response of the Luminaries had to be planned and exacted with precision, looking weak could damage their place within the confines of the mandate. The turbulent world that Xia had been created into now burned around them.
*
Far below, the panic had swept through the stadium as the spectators made for any exit that they could, crushing the weaker beneath their feet. Smoke billowed upwards into the artificial sky, where Xia and Lao’Taun had managed to soar well clear of the destruction. Xia’s markings continued to glow and spark, as she managed to keep Lao’Taun and herself airborne, through the use of their electrogravtic field. The ordeal was far from over, but at least they had not plummeted to their deaths. Rain that was caused by the build up of water vapour in the sky, fell upon the pair and drenched them, with Xia’s hair being plastered down her head and over her shoulders. Her gold cocktail dress clung to her form, like a second skin, and its ragged edges kissed the skin of her thighs.
Xia let out a gasp when Lao’Taun seized her from the air and drew her hard into him, where she was met by his lips kissing her roughly, desperately. Perhaps to reassure himself that she was still very much alive, as was he. She showed no resistance, just as much of need to touch him, hold him to her. What world had she been created for, that wished them dead so soon? She knew so little of the politics and wars that had raged before her time. Clearly Xia had a great deal to learn.
Breaking the kiss, and taking in the fact that he was leaking from his eyes, Xia spoke, as the rain ran down her face and over her lips;
“I can’t lose you.”
*
“I can’t lose you.” her words echoed within the war torn fields of his mind. Beneath the worry about almost losing her was another emotion, it was vile; twisted beyond the conception from the fact it was carried hand in hand with his love. It was the measure that would fall upon those responsible, those who had tried to take her away from him or him away from her. The bluish veins in his neck seemed bulge as his muscular form clenched in an attempt to dismiss the rage that filled him as he heard the automated message echoing over his city, within the very depths of the Chonyosa.
‘”We are the true Raquamothla… There shall be no other.”
If C’zharsthazst believed his bombs had worked, he was a fool. He had disposed of life and committed yet another cowardly directed act of terror within what had previously been consider an out of bounds landscape for arguments against the mandate. He had ignored Lao’Taun’s calls for a direct and traditional settlement to the argument and in that, combined now with this act was a guarantee to enable the war machine of the Umarian Luminary.
Xia had an immense amount of information to assimilate, an entire assembly of politics, technology and social doctrine. Even as Lao’Taun held her within his arms, heading their flight back towards one of the military tunnels that lead back towards the Cathedral, he was imposing action and response. Upon the sides of the standing buildings within the city, the avatars of the nation were projected. Every ship, every facility would follow the same, increasing patrols – diverting man power to critical war functions and stepping up production of arsenal and ships.
The call to arms was coming….but not until she was ready to stand beside him on the field.
*
Holding each other, the pair glided back through the torrent of rain that fell from above, heading back to the Cathedral and hopefully a sanctuary once more that was shielded from the watchful gaze of their detractors. Xia also heard the decree that was projected from the shattered remains of the Ryuusei Spiral..
“We are the true Raquamothla… There shall be no other.”
More had perished in what was an act of war against the Leviathans. The days of simply enjoying being alone together were now over, as their return to the Cathedral would be met by Lao’Taun’s military advisors and specialists of the Hand of Lao’Taun. Xia was trying to process all of this into her mind, configuring how to deal with the menacing threat on their world’s existence.
Xia was the creation made to serve and protect Lao’Taun at all costs. Her role, was about to change. She would have to use all that was at her disposal, to learn as much about how to face this foe head on, accumulating even more knowledge, on her return. The first test had been a simple beast of the UAR; the Ttyamaugn. This enemy was one that held a long hatred for Lao’Taun, and his reign. Did Xia have it in her to fight this cause, and walk into battle at Lao’Taun’s side? By the look in her eyes, that glowed fiercely; she most certainly did.
*
Lao’Taun’s grip had still not relinquished from her as they disappeared into the military access tunnel. With the threat being internal, with the former Vice Roy having so much influence with the insectoid populations the hand would have to be dealt carefully, the couldn’t afford to loose the insectoids, but they couldn’t afford for this self-ordained harbinger of a purist insectiod regime run freely within their ranks. The future was uncertain, save for the look the two Luminary Assimilates passed when they looked to each other – It was the beginning of their reign, and his solitary doctrine laid behind them in absolution.
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Days had passed since the bombing of the Stadium and the Ryuusei Spiral. Xia and Lao’Taun had returned via the military access tunnel on that faithful day. A day of mourning across their world. Peace had been shattered, and now it was time for the new Emmisary to take up the challenge set before her. While Lao’Taun was needed to deal with the military arm, and put into place measures to keep the insectoid population from succumbing to the ideals of the ”fake” Raquamothla, Xia had decided that she needed to train, and acquire the knowledge needed to defeat this threat in battle.
Deep within the bowels of the cathedral, Xia had sought out the blacksmith, who fashioned the weapons of the military. Dressed simply in a sheer black body suit, that clung to her figure and bore the symbol of Lao’Taun on the right side of her chest, Xia strode boldly down the dimly lit cavern, till reaching a chamber that had large ornate steel doors. Reaching the outside, she could find no knocker or handles. Strange that the two doors were devoid of a manner to open them, except for an unusual raised hand print incision. Within the chamber, the sound of an anvil being struck repeatedly was heard, as Xia pressed her ear to the door. Drawing her head back, she then took her hand and pressed it into the hand print. A fine light traced over her hand and then the sound of hinges creaking, as the doors swung back to reveal a room that was filled with all manner of weapons, swords, staffs, battle axes, spears and war hammers. In the centre of the room, an ornate brick furnace, that had what appeared to be a dwarf who was pumping the bellows, while the Blacksmith was hammering away at a long sword. A tall man with slicked back hair and long ears, a hook nose and sickly thin frame. He wore a black leather apron, that had tell tale scorch marks, and on his face he wore a pair of goggles, that reflected the glow of the burning embers.
“Did I tell you to stop pumping the bellows, Smeet?”
“No..no..just..I could use a break…been at this for hours, Gov.”
The dwarf’s long ginger beard was actually dripping beads of sweat on the floor, and he pulled out a chequered handkerchief and patted his brow, whilst leaning on the bellows handles. It was then he spied the doors to the chamber opening, and the woman…who opened it.
“Gov…I think the gods did listen in to my prayers.” the dwarf stammered as he quickly stuffed his handkerchief into his pocket and then got busy with working the bellows again, grunting and trying to look as sexy and rough as a dwarf possibly could. The Blacksmith ran the sword through the coals once more and then extracted it, to place into the water tank, with the steam rising off it in a cloud. He picked up on the odd remark of his apprentice and then lent over to one side, seeing Xia for himself. Having seen the images of the new Second Emmisary on many a building and in all the media channels, he realized immediately who it was. Taking off his leather gloves, he whacked Smeet over the back of the head and said in a gruff tone.
“Get those thoughts right out of your head now, Smeet. She is not for you to salivate over. Hmmph.” Pocketing his gloves, the black smith stepped out from behind the furnace, and removed his goggles, setting them to his forehead as he was able to look at Xia better.
“What…can I do for you, M’lady? Come to check out our wares for the upcoming battles ahead? I have some rather nice swords that are…sharp enough to cut the head off a …dwarf.” The Blacksmith then gave Smeet a sideways glance, and shrugged, as Smeet rubbed the back of his head. “Thanks a lot, Gov.” The dwarf not entirely happy that the Blacksmith was giving the Second Emmisary ideas.
Xia watched the pair without a hint of expression, in fact she looked as dark as the night sky. She only showed true affection and any hint of a smile to Lao’Taun. To everyone else, they got a very cool look. Xia strode further in, her boots resonating off the stone floor, as she walked past racks of swords and spears. She stopped but two feet away from the black smith and then extracted a parchment from her pocket, handing it over to the Black Smith, without even looking at the smitten dwarf.
The Blacksmith nodded, accepting the note and unfurled it to find a drawing, in fact it was dimensions and the required metals to create a very special weapon. The Blacksmith’s brow creased as his eyes swept over the diagram and then he slowly raised his head and uttered.
“Where did you get this?”
“I drew it.”
As simple as that, the Second Emmisary answered point blank that she had come up with the design for a Chakram. A special round shaped blade, that had a fine S shaped piece of metal that ran across the middle. On various drawings, you could see, how there were razor sharp teeth that were able to ricochet out of the blade as it spun through the air. Thrown much in the manner of a boomerang, this weapon gave the wielder the ability to decapitate and disarm from a long distance. By the use of a metal that had a highly charged force of electromagnetisim, it was also able to break into two separate blades, thus increasing its striking potential. An elegant weapon, for the gift of Lao’Taun. The Blacksmith’s hands shook slightly, as he read over the required metals, and then pursed his lips together.
“This…is going to be a tall order. I have never made anything like this.”
“Then, work on it till it is done.”
Xia was not taking no for an answer, nor was she fussed with the concern of time it might take to be manufactured. Xia gave both men a frosty look, and then turned on her heel, and marched back out of the room, the doors swinging closed behind her. The Blacksmith scratched his head and sighed.
“Better get started on it, I have a feeling that if we don’t make this straight away, there will be hell to pay.”
*
A’rshaqu Astrometrics Lab
“War is a grave and bottomless practice, but for men with the right reasons it is also a labor of love” ~ Lao’Taun
The Astrometrics Lab was a place that Lao’Taun often occupied during the precursor to major conflicts involving some or all of his military arms. It was a dome-shaped room with a single console placed at it’s very center, with four panels facing the “compass” of the room. The platform beneath the consoles was raised, allowing for a clear view of the volumetric interfaces which stretched over every surface within the dome. Entire battles could be simulated, or footage observed from stellar phenomenon, completed campaigns or other applications could be recalled for study.
Normally Lao’Taun would create generalize strategy plans and hand them off to one of the Viceroy charged with controlling the selected military arm for battle. This time however, the decision had already been made — He was taking the sortie that they were currently positioned, the Raatasi Tlataelat Ushacth’s Arhotualorth Combine and his own Honor guard forces to go after the now traitorous Viceroy who pursued the mandate’s charge.
For hours Lao’Taun had been there, changing production protocols for the Ute’ghaquatha Anatsha Conglomerate’s shipyards both attached to the Chonyosa and independent, changing logistics protocols, access security regulations and anything that could possibly be used to compromise the position of the UAR. Star maps, Scan data charts, numerous logs and testaments in the account of C’zharsthazst’s treachery flashed across surfaces in between changes to ship designs, systems production and other work — it was almost unbelievable how much the Luminary actually had his hands in. The toils of work, left him weary – longing. He closed his eyes, leaning over one of the consoles.
[Vesper] His thoughts, his emotions trickled through the bond that he and Xia held. It was his way of showing that he missed her when they were apart. [] Eventually, after several minutes of just being idle in his thoughts he pushed himself to leave the lab, heading towards the nearest site-to-site teleport pad to have himself materialized close to where she was.
Weapons Production
Lao didn’t proceed all the way in, not wanting to interrupt. He leaned with his back against the wall, pretending to fuss with one of the buttons on his trench coat. “When you’ve done her order, if its done to her satisfaction you’ll be getting another. If she isn’t pleased, I suppose that would be unfortunate….” Lao’Taun made no mistake in his fact laden threat, he spared no one outside of her anything but the same approach he had always taken, he provided lip service to no one, and had no reason to hand out reward unless it was deserved.
There was a reason he had not looked to Xia yet, his presence held to him tightly rather than unfurled as it normally was. He waited, wondering how she will approach. The way to the heart of a tactician was superior strategy.
*
“When your done her order, if its done to her satisfaction you’ll be getting another. If she isn’t pleased, I suppose that would be unfortunate….”
Xia had already felt the connection with her Lord a few moments before. But it was when he appeared and the roguish way he stood idly fiddling with the buttons on his trench coat, she found herself smirking, hiding this behind the veil of her jet black hair. He was right of course, she expected nothing short of perfection, for this weapon was to be not only her signature, but also a key part in how she planned to face those that had destroyed the balance of peace that reigned before her creation.
“If they fear for their lives in order to craft this weapon, then they may find their hands unable to remain steady. I want perfection. No mistakes.”
Xia spoke with a delicious growl to her voice, as the corners of her mouth curled upwards. She drew in a deep breath, and then channelled her more intimate feelings, as her hand glided down from her waist to rest just on her upper thigh. The time spent apart, had left her with longing she could not easily repress. Raising her head, she caught sight of him, and wet her lips with her tongue.
“I finally decided to meet the locals, my Lord. Though they aren’t what I expected.”
The lowering of her eyelids, and she sauntered over to where Lao’Taun stood, reaching up to toy with the same button on his trench coat, not even looking into his eyes, her head bowed slightly, as she spoke in a hushed tone.
“You have need of me, my Lord?’
*
*
Lao’Taun watched Xia, the way that he looked at her was with the same intensity to which he had broken her. There she was amidst their people, unfurling her presence in such a way that already she had begun to leave her mark. The tall orders for a weapon, the boldness to reach out and toy with a button upon his coat, the right to touch him at all was something of an enigma to what had been considered the status quo. Deep within the recesses of the Cathedral, secrets and those who guarded them lived at the fringes of the secluded world in which he had inhabited. They were now within her sights, within her reach. He had to question if he lived with purpose at all before her, locked within the shadows and pale colours of reflected stained glass.
What had she expected? The same as everyone else who looked in at their society expected? A world bent around war and devoid of art, philosophy, culture and heart? What a shame it was to the ignorant, to find such riches dwelling within the Umarian core. Duty within the design, within the symphony had brought them a role to play and being misunderstood was the surface of the composition, the rest was all solved during the first stages of invasion. Fear.
“I need you always.” He said, tone quieted but he was sure that the smithy and his cohort were able to hear it. His nature was possessive, presence beginning to bare, like twisted black tendrils creeping from the abyss – he wove the very taste of his being around her. His entity kissed upon hers, a respective dance of souls.
In terms of his needs for her, he had been sure that this day had remained hers. The freedom he granted was so that she could have the opportunity to learn on her own – to touch and experience their world within of course a sense of reason. “If you are finished here, is there something you wish to do?” he asked, conversation was a rarity in a bond where nothing could be said that compared to what they already be held.
*
“I need you always.”
Such a quiet tone, reserved for her ears only. But they were not alone, so the Blacksmith and the dwarf; Smeet tried to busy themselves and not appear to be gawking the couple as they shared an intimate moment. Xia was reassured by Lao’Taun’s words. Course, he wouldn’t need to hear a reply from her, for he would know from the way she delicately plucked and teased the button on his trench coat, that she knew just what she meant to him.
Xia had spent the last couple of days, watching the goings on of the Congress, and had slipped in and out silently. Hearing voices raised in anger and frustration over the bombings that had taken place that fateful eve. In part, she was well aware that she may be part of the reason for this series of attacks. At first, Xia was unsure what to make of it all, and stood alone in a passageway, her back to the wall wondering if this would have happened had she not existed. It was then she made a choice, slamming her fists into the decorated wall, and marching back to the solitude of their chamber, where she made her way to the desk, and sat down, taking out paper and pen. Her mind feverishly searching for the perfect design for a weapon, that she could use, to stand alongside Lao’Taun, and fight for all he believed in. For his beliefs, became hers. Draft after draft lay scattered across the stone floor, as the light that she drew by became dim. Sketching, crafting, till finally she came up with the perfect design. One; that would become her signature. Xia closed her mind, and it awakened to showing her dancing with the Chakram in her hand, and in a flurry of movement, she spun the blade from her hand, and it became charged with a fine blue aura that matched the colour of her eyes. Xia roared out a command, and as the Chakram spun, the sharpened claws flicked out, each blade the shape of lion’s claws; that ripped through the air and decapitated a faceless foe. Spinning back towards Xia as she continued her dance, only to catch the Chakram from the air, and then land in a defensive pose; right knee bent, left leg drawn back. Her jet black hair whipping around her shoulders, that same blue sheen to her scars, that had illuminated the night of the attack. This was her dream, that was to become a reality.
Back to where the pair stood with Lao’Taun’s protective aura practically engulfing Xia’s being, she showed but a hint of a smile, when he said:
“If you are finished here, is there something you wish to do?”
“There is. take me to meet with those that serve you in the military.”
Behind the dark of her blue hues, you could see the determination of a woman who was created from the will of the Mother, to be not only his companion, but his guardian. In order to protect, she needed to know how well the circle that surrounds them, was willing to sacrifice all to protect Lao’Taun.
*
Lao’Taun seemed entertained by the fact she wanted to meet the military first; the environment of the U.A.R’s military arms was very much so bent upon survival of the fittest, it was brutal – driven by honour and bronze. Each Military Arm had its own flavour, power and region of influence. All had their chance at glory, their own level of autonomy and their own rating of worth within the nation as a whole. For the most part Xia’s introduction was already partially done, her image slayed upon the hulls of their greatest ships, their story captured within the vibrant life force of the Umarian Way. She moved to the Will, and it was her charge to be within reigns of those who also moved with the Will. The Hand of Lao’Taun was an elusive and enigmatic order, having began as the Military Arm that Lao’Taun had lead when under the direction of Cystho. They had evolved, grown, become much more than they once were, serving as protectors, hands of justice, intelligence and as a secret operations branch completely devoted to the Luminary. Some were easily made, they wore uniforms, openly showed their appointment; others were embedded in other units, hidden on distant worlds and haunting the darkened corners of their society as a whole.
Lao’Taun looked towards the smithy, “Xie Xie” he said offering thanks for the services they were to render to Xia. “I suppose we can begin official meets, eventually we are going to have to pick a replacement for Vice-roy Alcohost Yothazst but I think we should begin with more directly effecting units.” His right hand slipped down over hers that was toying with the button on his jacket. He gazed into her eyes, letting her know that it was time to go.
Although the Hand was present on the Yughoshi, their major headquarters was on the Telal ‘Titan’ Leviathan. Telal was rather infamous, a moderately aged Leviathan that served as a Command and Control ship in conjunction or within the absence of the Chanyosa Starplex. The ways of those who moved with his will were entrenched in the very foundations of the Umarian Way itself, to unlock that door would bring her to a state of enlightenment and unlock the full range of her purposes. Since the Telal was in formation with them, he was able to arrange site-to-site teleport, motioning her to come with him he headed towards the teleportation chamber.
*
Lao’Taun’s hand came to rest just over Xia’s as she turned the button of his trench coat idly. For Xia, to put on another public display especially in front of the Smithy and his dwarf counterpart; Smeet, appeared inappropriate. However, the light touching was enough to show she held intimate thoughts of him in her mind. At the press of his cool flesh upon hers, Xia raised her gaze, with her eyes coming to meet his. Full attention now given, he answered her request to meet the military arm of the Hand of Lao’Taun.
“I suppose we can begin official meets, eventually we are going to have to pick a replacement for Vice-roy Alcohost Yothazst but I think we should begin with more directly effecting units.”
One could not expect Lao’Taun to just drop everything and whisk Xia off to do a meet and greet just off the cuff, considering just how the Intelligence organisation was constructed, and their placements so close to the UAR. In fact to gather all together would be a tall order. Xia’s reasoning was simple. Her will was to protect and serve Lao’Taun to the best of her ability, and already she had started work on her select weapon, and now wanted reassurance that the inner circle were known to her, and that she could see for herself if they were worthy to be the guardians of justice. It was not about interference, but empowering her with knowledge that could well save their lives when the time came.
Xia lowered her hand to her side, and followed along with Lao’Taun, as he gestured for her to walk with him to the teleportation chamber. Xia walked in silence, feeling that there was no need for her to make idle chatter. Lao’Taun should be able to hear her inner most thoughts, and gauge her body language. Xia walked with her chin raised, proud to be alongside Lao as they reached the chamber, then she placed her hands behind her, waiting for him to activate the chamber, and take them to the headquarters of the Hand of Lao’Taun.
*
The main teleportation chambers of the Chonyosa were massive, designed to transport thousands of soldiers at once. It was one of the quickest ways to board installations and ships during combat. The chambers were dark, save for the glowing amethyst platform that marked the activation zone. Several control panels were situated around the edges of the platform. The chamber was empty, save for them. On their way past one of the consoles he made a quick insertion of their destination’s coordinates and transponder identification and stepped up and onto the platform.
Lao’Taun turned, looking towards Xia with a quick grin, his right hand grabbed her and he drew her tight tight up against him. The wait had been too long, he longed for her touch and he would take advantage of any second he could. He pressed his lips against hers and kissed her with unyielding vigour. He asserted himself over her, knowing she was made for him and him alone. The transport cycle initiated, flooding the chamber with whirling streams of energy as they were dematerialized, transmitted and rematerialized on the Telal.
>End Scene
