Iɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇxɪsᴛs ᴀ ғɪʀᴇ; ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʙɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ﹐
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴜᴍᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴍᴀ ᴏғ ʀɪsᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ sᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs﹐
ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ɪᴛ.
Uachauguthlo System IV- U'rsthollosha Spiral
The Imperial 1st Anniversary: K'ctha-Zoth Imperial Prime World.
within the dying fleet and their homeworld: until one could began to hear the despairing howls and screams of beings, entities, spawn sounding through the open radio frequencies; only to be ignored and soon to be forgotten. Layers of hull plating blown away in the onslaught of secondary explosions occurring over and over again, relentlessly as fire twisted and twirled to the symphony of failure and death... it was these phoenixes that danced many times until the void embraced them...forever.
Triumphant auxiliary exhibitions soared above K'ctha-Zoth's capital casting their multi-shaped shadows over the black reflective structures of the skyscrapers. The sounds of celebrations rising from the streets, newscasts visually broadcasted throughout signalling the victorious defeat of the Shen Empire. The darkening firmament, rich with dusk, a kiss of vermilion, a caress of smouldering garnet to the white flesh of the east. Metallic lustrous palaces and the city gradually became drenched in the flow of jewel-rubies and the twilight shrouds of drowning ebony. Fire and night, skies of steel and blood. Pristine stars without number declared themselves in the heavens and the shadows of the infinite fell closer.
Final rays of sun falling on golden darkening boulevards... pearl, black or irised, all things gleamed like burnished orient mirrors (seemingly with sentient life; such was the lavishness of the restructured Empire, resurrected from the ashes of Empora-Noctae- a most impressive rebirth. How within the rival between light and darkness, shadowy and tenebrous fingers taper along the severe architectural lines of the cyclopean buildings, demonstrating the innovative unrivalled architecture of a style unknown to any world. Before Xytrinah had known, this opulent city grew within her heart like a smothered flame that feeds in secret such desires of permanence. And thus it grew in the hearts of its denizens and sworn military legions.
A stiletto-clad foot was tapped noiselessly on the fuchsia carpeted floor of the Aurora T-Class Emperia XIII-S in accompany with Ngahakzhan military 'marked' escort vehicles. Cylindrical| Phasmatodean in design, prestigious and sleek, its more distinguished feature being the impenetrable tinted bio-alloy windows from where Xytrinah looked out. Nigrescent eyes reflected back showing how far away from the reality of the here and now, and instead someplace else. Now the lights thinned out, with ever-widening intervals between. Streets growing darker with that ancient night which pressed about this world in impenetrable depths, wholly quenching its defiant galaxies with the darkening of Noctae's fleeting senescent sun.
The elegant vehicle smelled new, subtle, stiff smells of burnished metal and dry naturally polished textiles, a flashing sequence of luminosity panels was only one of the numerous features that brought this high-status craft to uniqueness, the only one of its kind. Music melodiously filtered through the speakers, floating, ethereal vocals accompanied by dynamic ambiance, climatic- playful with a hint of malevolence. Chords of sensuality that darken by subtle degrees into the cruel and macabre; stirring emotions most would never suspect within themselves. Sexual violence, the eroticism of necromancy, voidic sorcery and the demoniac lubricity of insanity.
Murmuring spectral sensual promises behind undercurrent of murderous strings, lies and delights, raptures beyond those of even forbidden books of erudite eroticism had ever hinted. Experiences, sensations conveyed so consummately, sharing the victim's torment, the mortal dreaminess of veins as blood ebbed gradually and insidiously. Smooth, flawless... the chauffeur driven vehicle swiftly left the hustle of the capital city, heading coast wise along the bejewelled ports and esplanades. Admiration stirred even the most well travelled hearts yet to her the outside world didn't even exist. Beams of the crystalline solars used to beautify the roads nothing but a blur as the velocity of the craft increased. Leaving city limits and climbing the coast towards the Imperial Palace where the Metropolis lights emulated on the surface of K'ctha-Zoth's shadowed sea. Ocean garnished with brilliance after the setting of the sun, now just a coal-red decadent star in the crux of selenelion refraction.
Strange verdant luminosities glimmered in the distance; eerily illumined beneath the under-surface of its underwater cities and labyrinthine spiral complexes. Contemplating the surge of federation reports and official documents, media comments demanded... not wishing to spoil somewhat of a 'pleasant' evening. Reaching forwards to the built-in Bio-Crypted datapad, selecting through the various components of the ED biogenetic circulatory system and cortical helix as it connected to the Mindhive Hyperband Relay Network. Gaining system access to the Imperial Consulate and War Council database, uploading required files and documents previously stored after victory was declared over the Vorta Helix of Shen Xiu III before contemplating in dealing with the media.
NEW HORIZONS.
K'ctha-Zoth Imperial Prime World| Ehllara Investigate
Connecting visually to the leading reporter, Vorcia V'Urith from the chief media conglomerate , 'Ehllara Investigate', one that was linked to every corporation and organization concerning advanced technology and politics within the 'old' Empora System. Chuckling at the past memories of debauched prying into sexual relations and other sordid ambivalent questions from other multi-galactic media establishments, with hopes to cause ruffles and distract from the known position of military professionalism, intelligibility, charm and direct philosophy.
"Be a darling, be sure this report is broadcasted in the directions it serves best." Shifting slightly in elegant seated position just as the interview commenced. "Be sure to place imperial encryptions to the broadcast, tracing transmission connection." It wasn't uttered as a suggestion but an outright order, with deadly consequences if not obeyed.
"Of course." Vorcia smiled, her professionalism evident in the manner of conservative dress and the way her black hair was pinned back to show her pallid and gaunt features, "Good evening, Grand Admiral Xytrinah Equinius. First, I have to say thank you for allowing me this exclusive interview, I know you must be a rather busy woman and looking forward to the celebrations of your recent conquest and success. Shall we get directly to business?" Normally the feisty reporter, one that gave the Shen Emperor a rather cold prejudice in any reference made during the disabling of the Vespae forces and the first move to reclaim the Shen homeworld. A planet taken over by the Shen, who in turn wiped out several of the first Empora races... a grievance that now witnessed its full retribution.
"Empress", Xytrinah wasted no time or diplomacy in correcting the error that immediately did not go ignored. "Gratitude, Vorcia and it is my pleasure to afford you moments of my time. As per official agreement between the Ehllara Investigate Corporation and the former Noctaen Senate, interviews at this point are restricted and will not be conducted outside of jurisdiction, for security measures. However, we understand the citizens of the Empire have a right to be informed of recent events and the Empires future plans, therefore I am honoured to oblige in related matters." Smiling with strict amiability, glossy cerise apertures the lustre of wild blossoms blended with potent fiery spice of some unknown aphrodisiac.
"The honour is mine, Empress. So, may I have an official statement in regards to this relatively short and decisive war? What are your views in the sustainability of our system and the safety of its denizens? I am sure I speak for most when I say, what happens next?" Words of 'Empress' held on the lips of the female reporter as she knew their system was originally patriarchal. It was an emphasis in the abrasive tone that informed her audience that there was more behind the charisma and success of Xytrinah that had even deeper implications and possible political future complications.
"Confidence, in the likelihood of a short decisive war is one of the most ancient and dangerous of terrestrial illusions. However this war has been anything but short. What is certain, our resolve has been tested, and we have emerged triumphant because we now move fortified and united as one: the Imperial Nation of the first U'rsthollosha Empire and we will overcome any that challenge it otherwise. Our way and course is clear as to what shall happen next. We have broken from the decayed and old traditions of Empora, they shall never be reformed." Another smirk crossed her features, one of great ambition. "Moving forwards. I will command the Empire to glories beyond what any could ever envision." Xytrinah laughed quietly to herself... the resonance reminiscent of silver strewn over sands of an exotic alien shore. Sirenous in captivating lilt.
Vorcia admiring the woman in private thoughts, contemplating the next question since time was of the essence and what afforded she had, it was desired to have it seem wasted. This was a rare opportunity to speak in person with the now proclaimed Empress, one whose face had remained obscured from the public, until now. "And what of your resolve despite the constant recalcitrance of the Separatists and hostile receptiveness the Empire has faced? Can you really safeguard this entire system effectively? How do you propose to ensure the resolve of the Imperials and discourage further invasions of the alliances of the Imperial people, especially those who are loyal to the Shen Empire?" Idly tucking back behind her right ear a strand of hair that had somehow escaped from the bun, titling to observe the Empress did not travel with a companion, another strictly uncommon practice to women of status. A surveillance that revealed her long pale neck that bore a golden chain necklace and round collared tailor-fitted suit.
Amused and completely unbothered by the antics of a talented antagonist with a job to expose the tainted words of serpents and imposters not to mention the deliberate movement towards assumption or speculation in regards to absent consort or escort. Retorting in a velvet voice unmoved, untouched by the beguiled prodding of tone and carefully chosen phrases. "I guarantee that my resolve is always eternally adamant, war between the inhabitants within this system doubtfully is entirely over and we would be fools to think otherwise. For now the Independents have been subjugated, the Shen Imperial sons have perished or fled the spirals, the non-conformist revolt has been thwarted and corruption within the senate and cleansing of archaic laws We no longer are sullied by the filth of capital avarice. Today, we have seized all that is within our grasp and claimed the rewards of our endurance, losses and our efforts. Tomorrow is another day... we shall see."
Sitting back to enjoy the material comforts awarded of cold leather upon the grace of flesh, stygian eyes never leaving the directness of the reporter's gaze. Noticing the road had changed course during the interview and arrival at its destination nearly at an enjoyable completion. "To ensure the defense and progressing constancy of the U'rsthollosha Spiral, every capital nation has already committed to the merging of all federations into one, the first United U'rsthollosha Federation-- for a trusting, secure and fortified society, one I assure you will stand the tests of time and adversary. We will preserve our morals by force of arms, grant no leniency or amnesty to our enemies and will stand unified against assault from the internal or externals of our regime. Let every any adversary take heed, that those who oppose the new Imperial resolve will be crushed, without mercy, without remorse." Lips ascending into a confident grin, sultry spoken words and haughty proclamations whispered hauntingly throughout the vehicles opulent chamber.
Lust-bloomed embouchements barely concealing those immaculate ivories that glimmered like moon-kissed pearl in the synthetic light of the volumetric screen. "Well..." Xytrinah intervened before the interviewer had the time to interject with yet another enquiry, voice salacious and eloquent. "I am sure the Magnate, Pretav Vhurtau, shall further see you attended at the press symposium tomorrow. Relevant questions will be answered." Locking onto Vorcia's eyes, where reflectionless they bloomed like a black lotus rising from nefarious depths. Yet, her smile remained alluring- a charismatic manner performed for a more practical reason. It was to enhance her 'professional' appearance in her role being an intergalactic military figure, a well esteemed sovereign, currently head of the elected Z'ash'cherian, Necri and Noctaen delegation to the Imperial Assembly through recognition.
"Oh. Of course!" Vorcia replied with a not so well disguised voice of disappointment, but her course of dialogue was changed and pleasantries uttered instead, "Again, thank you for your time and I do hope this evenings celebrations mark the occasion for the glory it holds within all our hearts. We are covering the festivities from the central business district later in the evening, 'Imperial Orchid Festival' the citizens of the now U'rsthollosha system have elected. We are broadcasting galactic wide, not sure if other media corporations outside of our system will replay, though we are expecting they will." She shifted from her regal position indicating preparation to leave comfort of her transport, "The pleasure was all mine, Vorcia. May you also find a moment to enjoy the revelry. I hear it is going to be quite the exhibition." The emphasis of 'exhibition' rolled like silk off her tongue.
Ending the transmission punctually just as the exclusive vehicle, slowly passed through the last security grid manned by broad armed sentry's. Inquisitive Imperial Guards looking in through heavily tinted spectrums, only to be disappointed unable to see inside. Dull, humming engine finally winding down as the car came to a complete stop outside the Imperial Palace. Several arthropod Necri guards with multiple limbs fully covered in heavy plated exoskeleton armors; razor-mandibles chittering among themselves came to complete silence and moved into escort position. Compound pupilless black eyes pinned harshly at the appearance of the craft. The last final 'hiss' resounding from the charged electromagnetic lifters, gravimetric disruptor's deployed enabling a steady descended levitation. Standing to full height, bestowing a single nod and gracefully leaving the reporter to conduct further enquiries under guard.
of lands forgotten or those visited during the fever of dreams...
longing for the gleam of yellow suns upon terraces of translucent marble,
mocking the windless waters of lakes unfathomably calm.
legendary palaces of serpentine,
silver and ebony from the most desirous of nightmares....
