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Diligently, James began writing the relevant information down on the notepad. It had answered pretty much all the questions he had needed answering; if there wasn't a unique technique required out of the Crossbows to kill an enemy, there was virtually no reason his rifle and revolver shouldn't be able to kill them either. He had wondered for a moment what he was going to do about some creatures, specifically the ones that were weak to fire, or ones like werewolves which could be killed by silver. As straight-forward as the two seemed, there were some extra layers of logistics to consider about dealing with both.
Making Molotov cocktails was far from impossible, and in fact he knew exactly how to make them along with other improvised explosives. What he did find it curious how the previous owner wrote "molotov cocktails" and not just "petrol bombs" or something else, as "Molotov Cocktail" had a specific historical context to it not present in this World. It couldn't have been a Saturnian either, because why would it be in Lymine's library and written in Selenni otherwise? It was certainly curious. Either way, Molotov cocktails were definitely an option. Incendiary rounds did exist as well, however, he figured against something like a troll, it would only prove effective if he could obtain a weapon that could sustain a higher rate of fire. Maybe investing in a submachine gun or a carbine could produce a similar effect and still allow him the mobility and accuracy of firing his gun at such a creature. He would just have to see what was on the market; he wouldn't mind exchanging his revolver for an automatic pistol or an SMG.
As for silver, he did consider just having a secondary silver knife on him, or seeing if there was a manufacturer on Saturn to see if they bothered producing silver bullets at all. Silver was much less dense than lead, meaning there wasn't a lot of point in making bullets out of lead, and so chances were, silver bullets were going to be both less effective against everything that isn't specifically a therianthrope, and probably fairly expensive. The most logical conclusion he could reach is to have a silver weapon that was easily maintained and made for close combat.
Other than those two specific examples, he figured everything else could be dealt with through tactical assessments. He made notes of the varying ways huntsmen could obtain an advantage over these creatures, and if they were something beyond his abilities to fight, how best to evade them.
The part he was stuck on was the matter of how to get a mage to help him. If enchanted gear was in fact rare, then he'd have to spend time looking for it, and he wouldn't even know where to look for that. The most likely place he could find mages was clear over in Azucur, but he already knew the general Elven consensus on humans by Saturnian sources and wanted to make sure the person he was placing his life's hands into was trustworthy. As it stood, the only mage he knew was Lymine, who wasn't exactly someone who came off as more of a home-body and non-combative.
On the one hand, he wanted to ask Lymine to see if she'd be fine with joining him, but there was no way he could just, pull her away from her commitments, and he didn't want to physically go to Azucur and start asking around in a land where humans were looked down upon. The only middle ground he could think of was to ask if she knew anyone who might be willing. He was going to pose the question as an offer to her first before posing any questions for recommendations.
He sighed, and stood up. "Guess there's no point in trying to beat around the bush." He said to himself as he approached Lymine's door, giving it a couple of knocks before stepping back.
The Grand Coronation
Stella stands on the palace balcony, in front of a crowd of thousands of people. She would be wearing a white, yellow, and blue coloured royal mantle. She is nervous, with dozens of thoughts going through her head, but there's no time to waste, it's now or never. Denise would be standing beside her, she would softly put her hand on Stella's shoulder. "You can do this." She would quietly say to her. Stella would take a deep breath, "I have to." She would mutter to her herself before raising her head.
"I know that today is a shock and surprise to many of you, for me to be standing before you, today, I have come as the monarch of a free people.
The task has fallen on my shoulders, to offer a democratic alternative to you, and to save this great nation. That is my obligation to you and my commitment to the multiverse. The suffering caused by this country shall not be paid by further suffering but by the tearful joy of reconciliation. We will sweep away absolute power by a limited revolution that respects the life and freedom of every Saturnian citizen.
Now, we are restoring full constitutional government. Again as we restore democracy by the ways of democracy, so are we completing the constitutional structures of our new democracy under a constitution that will give full respect to The rights of all species. An independent constitutional commission is finalizing its draft, which will be put to vote later this week in a popular referendum. There will be elections for national and local positions when it is approved. Within a week, we shall have returned to a fully constitutional government.
Given the polarization and breakdown we inherited, this is no small achievement. My predecessor set aside democracy for her gain. Unhampered by respect for human rights she went at this nation with a hammer and tongs...
I don't think anybody in or outside our country, concerned for a democratic and open Saturnian System doubts what shall be done. As the Empress of this nation, I will not betray the cause of peace by which I came to power. Yet, equally and again, no friend of Saturnian democracy will challenge me. I will not stand idly by and allow this country to crumble and wither away.
"With malice towards none, with charity for all, with firmness in justice, as we give ourselves to see the truth, let us finish the work we are in to bind up the nation's wounds. To care for those who have suffered due to this nation, and to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."
Now, I know that there are many burdens that this nation carries, even as we try to build a worthy and enduring house for our new democracy. That may serve as well as a redoubt for freedom in the multiverse.
Still, we will fight for honor and redemption. We shall do everything in our power to fight, not only for our own good but for the good of everyone, for the whole multiverse.
Today I ask, join me as we build a new home for democracy; another haven for the oppressed so it may stand as a shining testament to our commitment to freedom!"
As she closed out her speech with a fervour that would be surprising to see from a well-mannered lady like her, there would be a silence... At first.
And then the clapping started.
The crowds were cheering. Stella had accomplished the goal of gaining the support of the people, now it was time for the hard part.
She would wave to the crowd before turning around and going into the palace with Denise following right beside her.
"Denise, if you please would, get a transport for Jupiter ready, and set up referendums for the delegates Mars and Jupiter."
"Right away ma'am."
They would arrive at the throne room, where all members of the government, European royals, and other members of the aristocracy would be waiting.
She would walk to the throne but wouldn't sit, instead turning to face the crowd. Everything would be prepared for the coronation. Denise would walk to her and stand before her, holding a crown and would be the one to administer the royal oath, first asking her. [Cameras would start filliming]
"Madam, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?"
"I am willing."
Denise will minister these questions; and The Empress, having a book in her hands, shall answer each question severally as follows:
"Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Saturnian System, Jovian System, Gaian System, Uranian System, Neptunian and of your Possessions and the other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"
"I solemnly promise so to do."
"Will, you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?"
"I will."
Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the laws of the nation and the profession of the constitution? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in the Saturnian System the rights to all sentient species established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolably the settlement of the Inter-Dimensional Confederation, and the doctrine, principles, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in The Saturnian System? And will you preserve unto the local leaders and to the institutions there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges, as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them?
"All this I promise to do."
She would sit down on the throne
She would sign the oath and the crown would be placed on her head.
"The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God."
She would say with a joyful smirk on her face as the Imperial Anthem would begin to play.
The event would be transmitted across the multiverse through the relay towers.
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Kaniros)
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Shinkou)
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Ursinus)
After a short moment, the door opened and Lymine walked through with a stack of books, the door closed automatically behind her as she placed the books down on a table. She looked at James, “You knocked?” she said as she started putting new books in the bookshelves, none of these books seemed to exhibit teeth and were fairly new, so she probably still kept those in the tower library.
The way she placed the books was by telekinesis, levitating the books and placing them in the right bookshelf under the correct categorization. This was done by the use of a finger, pointing at a book, then moving the finger towards the bookshelf. The spell required some measure of concentration, but Lymine was an experienced mage and over a hundred years old, yet still maintaining the appearance of a 20-something year-old woman. To her, a spell of this level was no great task.
James watched as she organized her library. He didn't know much of anything about magic, but James could tell Lymine had experience under her belt. "So, while doing my research, I found a book that clearly belonged to some kind of hunter in the past," He mindfully leaned against a wall nearby as he continued his explanation, "and one of the very first things I read was that it recommended the usage of magic, especially for protective purposes. The problem is, as you know, I am not a mage nor do I even have the ability to use magic to begin with. So, the only other thing that I could do, is either find rare, magical gear that I wouldn't even know where to start on or bring a mage with me. The latter seems easier, so that's what I'm thinking about doing." He looked to Lymine, "Now, you're not only the only Elf I know by name, but you're also the only Elf that I feel any trust towards for the moment. I wanted to know if you would help me sort this problem out." He glanced to the room around them before putting his eyes back on Lymine, "I wanted to know if you'd be willing to put your trust into a complete stranger, leave home for probably an extended period of time and support me in this." He spoke in a slightly humored tone, as though to suggest he didn't expect her to say yes. "If the answer is no, I have a follow-up question for you; do you know anyone I could reliably go on this journey with?"
“You know I can't very well just leave the isles to go on a hunting trip with you.” Lymine said as she continued to stack the books in the bookshelves, as she slid the final book into its right place she turned to look at James “I cannot imagine any highborn elves wanting to help you either”.
She started picking up the books that had been in piles on the ground, checking their contents then putting them in the bookshelves, this time by hand, “But there are mages that become Huntsmen or Huntresses. Your best bet is probably to find one of their encampments and ask around there.” she said. “Hunting encampments are where most huntsmen go to find leads on whatever they wish to hunt, it is also a place where huntsmen gather after finishing some of their jobs to rest and recuperate.” Lymine explained. “If you find any such places, then maybe you'll find a huntsman with magical powers to help you.” One book, Lymine placed on the table, “I can't imagine it being difficult to get there.” She opened the book and went through the pages, “The way to such a place is wandered by Huntsmen, veterans, new-bloods and all manner of them, so any monster that gets too close is brought down fairly quickly.”
The Redspot Imperial Conference
All the delegates would arrive at the conference room, where the Empress would be waiting for them.
After the delegates were seated, Stella would begin to speak.
"Welcome delegates, to the first Imperial Conference of The Saturnian Imperial Federation, I am pleased to have you here on this momentous occasion which will decide the future of this nation. Now, we will have to unanimously agree if-"
"I will not agree to anything unless British independence is guaranteed." The British queen would interrupt her.
"Well, I am sure we can come to an agreement for that."
"Does that mean we could dissolve the Saturnian Commonwealth?" The Jovian delegate inquired.
"Technically yes, it would require a majority vote and a referendum."
The Jovian delegate nodded his head.
"Right, now with no further interruptions, let us begin."
The delegates would discuss and debate for hours until coming to a consensus; The Saturnian System would be reformed into a federation, several large-scale socioeconomic and political reforms and changes will take place, and The Uranian Confederacy and the United Kingdom of Great Britain will gain full self-governance and independence as will be outlined by the Treaty of Lone Star, which is currently being drafted. All changes and reforms will take place after the signing of said treaty.
Stella would stand up from her seat and put her hands on the table "Now, that everything has been arranged, I expect to see you all in Lone Star in a day." The rest of the delegates would get up and prepare to take their leave. Stella shook each of their hands as delegates made their exit.
One of DENISE’s puppets stands in place, introspection. Not like it had much else to do.
Yet, it was not alone.
Something was out there; it’s ‘eyes’ set upon it. The [SUSTSAINER], one of the countless Shards in the space between dimensions, gazed upon this unusually stressed individual.
A fitting host, most likely.
Right…?
[Destination]
Crystalline tendrils, entirely imperceptible to everyone, worm their way into the human, the human seizing and blacking out as the lobes required for the connection grow within their brain.
[Agreement]
The human avatar would quickly be swarmed by drones, as Denise would immediately notice what was happening, one of the drones would inject it with a sedative to prevent further seizures, and the drones would then carry it to a laboratory where examinations of the brain (Electroencephalogram, Magnetoencephalography, fMRI, etc) would be performed. The human avatar would then be placed in a holding chamber as Denise reviews the results... The holding chamber would be a white room with a bed in the middle of it and one door on a wall leading out, the human avatar would be placed on the bed.
MRI scans would show that two lobes have seemingly grown in the subject’s brain; seemingly the source of the convulsions.
Meanwhile, the [Sustainer] waits.
…And waits.
[Destination]
[Agreement]
…
[Destination]
[Agreement]
It is frustrated now; at least, so much as a crystalline alien organism existing in the space between dimensions could be ‘frustrated’. The host wasn’t… doing anything.
Perhaps it was due to that foreign object in their brain? The one transmitting signals to another location on the planet.
Only one way to find out.
[Assuming Control->Host]
The avatar immediately jerks awake, despite having just been sedated.
Almost robotically, they feel around; touching the back of their head.
And then they start pushing.
Completely oblivious to the damage they’re doing to their body, the avatar pushes their hand through the flesh and bone on the back of its skull. Eventually, after digging through enough tissue, they feel something metallic— the cranial implant connecting them to DENISE.
They tug. Pull. The implant is torn out, taking some brain tissue with it; it clatters on the floor, sparking and useless.
As he began to open the skullcap, the psionic communication began to turn more aggressive; the sheer amount present became disorienting, enough to cause a severe migraine.
Getting the skull cap to open was met with surprising resistance from the skull itself. It was as though the bone of the skull was disproportionately stronger than those of the chest or body. It would eventually be opened, though it might cause some extra wear on the tool utilized. The brain inside of the skull appeared to be large and...pulsating. Not that a pulsating brain is weird in any way, but that it was pulsating at an irregularly fast rate. There appeared to be an extra piece of biomass towards the back portion of the brain, one made up of some greyish-green mesh of sorts.
The same voice replied. Despite the clear pain brought to the being, the voice didn't seem any less calm than it already was, "The Master's Vision must be preserved. Unity. Hierarchy. Conquest. Assimilation. Prosperity. The Master knows the way to a brighter future. That is why all must submit to him, and to him alone." Even while being vivisected, the being did not appear to mind trying to proselytize his beliefs to Savamort.
"Unknown entity, please identify yourself." a female voice would be heard in the room. Shortly after, there would be a clicking sound from the door, it appears to have been locked.
“[SUSTAINER]”
What pours from the host’s mouth can’t be summarized as ‘words’. It is raw data and information; a flood of ideas and concepts like the verbal equivalent of ice water.
None of them are even remotely comprehensible by DENISE. Or anybody else for that matter.
[Releasing Control->Host]
[SYNTAX_ERROR]
[Releasing Control->Host]
[SYNTAX_ERROR]
[Distress-> Request-> (Host: Error Report)]
[ERROR REPORT: Host neurology compromised. Unable to ascertain cause. More data required.]
[Engaging Protocol-> (Conflict Engine)]
They host’s body crunches and cracks as their body contorts in ways it shouldn’t be able to, scurrying around on all fours with their back facing the ground.
Their chest begins to heave in the most unnatural way; meanwhile, they scurry throughout the room like some demented spider, tearing apart any and all machinery they can get their hands on— the security cameras, the MRI equipment, so on and so forth. When they run out of those, they begin to tear the wiring out of the walls.
Their hands are a blur, tinkering together… things. Devices. Gadgets.
…Implants.
"Go to Northesta, hope to God there is someone with magical power there who'd be willing to team up with me. Got it." He replies, sighing. Neither Northesta nor Saturn was from this dimension, meaning the demographic plausibility of there being a mage there to begin with was ridiculously low already, and the only way the odds of finding one would increase is from immigration; something he wasn't too sure about. "Well, thanks for all your help, Lymine, I really do appreciate it. By the way, before I go, I did want to ask about something." He explained, reaching over for the Huntsmen book he had been reading. "I noticed some additional notes were written into this book by its previous owner. They mentioned some extra bits of advice on what to do and not to do against some creatures, however, the one that stuck out the most was how they suggested using Molotov cocktails to fight trolls."
He put his hands together, "Now, I don't know if you know what a molotov cocktail is, but it more-or-less is an improvised weapon; when you put a highly flammable liquid into a bottle with a flammable rag, you ignite the rag, you throw it, and it acts as an incendiary weapon as you could probably guess. But, the name for it, 'Molotov Cocktail' has some specific history to it dating back to a war between a larger Communist country called the 'Soviet Union' and a smaller northern country called 'Finland.' Long story short, the Soviet foreign minister, his last name being Molotov, claimed they were going to drop humanitarian goods, 'Molotov's breadbaskets' onto Finland to prevent the enemy side from starving to death as a result of the war. These humanitarian goods turned out to be incendiary bombs. This led to the Finns improvising what we call today the Molotov Cocktail, a 'drink to go with the bread.'" He explained. "Now, I told you that story, all to suggest that the only way the previous owner could have figured to call it a Molotov Cocktail is if the individual came from a World where that name had been put to any use." He rubbed his chin. "Any idea who could've written it?"
“I didn't mean you should be looking for mages in Northesta, the encampments are scattered around Eroth, and I doubt there are any within their borders, but on Eroth, the continent where Northesta just happens to reside.” Lymine stated as she moved towards the huntsman book.
She took the book from his hand and opened it quickly scanning over the pages until finding the writings, she sighed “Yeah, I recognize the handwriting. These were written by the Dragon of Eroth, not a real dragon mind you, the dragon is a title bestowed upon the best huntsman in each continent. The Dragon's real name is Rimiris Dawnsinger, or it was before she ran through the portal, no one knows where she is now.” Lymine handed him the book back, “Personally I'd advise a fire arrow, but I suppose a bomb would work against a troll all the same.”
Lymine scratched her chin, “I don't know much about the world she came from, but it was called the Eternal Imperium of Kaniros, I also know she absolutely despised the Empress of Saturn and compared her to… Some other human name, Hitter, or something like that. She had a way of granting magic to humans and did it for a Cascadian man, but I don't think she'd even consider doing it for a Saturnian.”
The room would begin to fill with a sleeping agent. (Sorry for the slow responses, and this is all I am currently going to write :P )
FT-01
Kaniros discovers a K-type main-sequence star in the Northwestern portion of the Galaxy, a rocky world orbits it, once no sapient or sentient life is confirmed on it's surface or underground it is named "Hyras" and terraforming begins.
This is done by use of a genesis device, by launching the device into a lifeless planet the device causes a massive explosion reducing the entire planet to the subatomic level before reassembling the particles into the desired configuration in the matter of hours, once the planet has been reshaped the Kanirosian forces land on the planet and construct a settlement.
A massive monitoring station is constructed in orbit of the planet to scan the galaxy for yet undiscovered lifeforms and alien civilizations, a small modification is added to Gaia Ulterior to make sure the planet cannot, under any circumstances, be scanned, whether by Kanirosian technology or otherwise.
The sleeping agent doesn’t seem to work, and the host continues to augment themselves further and further.
After several studies carried out by the scientific community and the magical community on several thousand individuals, Kaniros discovers there is a slight difference in the concentration of magicytes per mage. As suspected, the more powerful a mage, the more magicytes their offspring will have, giving light to why Shydes are generally more likely to have the ability to use magic over humans or auldrans.
Furthermore, girls, on average, have a higher concentration of Magicytes than boys, this appears to be the case with the three major races of Kaniros, but more research is required with the other species.
Following the publication of this discovery, many mages begin to research their lineages, some also dig into the history of other spellcaster families in the hopes of finding a powerful person to have children with, in an effort to increase their social standing through magical aptitude.
Those mages with powerful lineages begin to finally challenge their rivals, it seems the emergence of a successor to Arkemeks' former position on the High Council may be at hand.
Sol System Space
There is a pause before the Divinity replies, this time with its prior mechanical voice, “We will give your people two minutes to give us the coordinates of the individual. If your people are not able to provide us with this information, we will continue our decent into your capitol. Do not interfere any further.”
As the Divinity stops moving there is a bright flash as both the Alliance and Break of Dawn exit FTL in front of the Dominion vessel. Seconds later, Admiral Henton makes an announcement into open space, “Dominion vessel Divinity, by order of the Union you are to cease all hostile activity against this world or you will be engaged by this ship. You are in violation of the Union-Dominion Recognition Accord and the DSS Treaty. Continued violation of either Treaty will result in combat.”
The Divinity turns its attention from the planet to the Alliance. Onboard the Alliance, Henton sighs a bit, at the very least he had just bought the Free State some time to figure out whatever the hell was going on down on Earth. Question was, would the Dominion continue to press this issue, or would they back down. Either way, Henton couldn’t afford to take a chance.
“All hands, prepare directive 25-Z. Begin preparing the Mark II for combat. Tell Texas Station we have their backs if needed on this one.”
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Jefferson
Eighth nods, “I find your terms acceptable, if there is anything more we wish to discuss on the way to expedite this process, I will do it. Time is of the essence, I have a feeling I may not be the only one of my kind here on this world for much longer.”
Eight looks up toward the sky and sees the arrowhead shape barely visible but defined. If she was with them, there may be a bit more than a visitation.
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O'Duffy Airbase
Knight shakes her head, “I am not one to tell you how to run things, particularly with your world at risk. However, this whole situation is beyond insane. For the Dominion to do this there must be something extremely important at stake, to risk alienating us and breaking millions of years of peace isn’t something you do on a whim. It may have something to do with the Rifts? I don’t know. The only thing that has any idea of what is going on is 8, and while giving it up to the Dominion will keep your world safe, it will also put all of us further away from answers."
After much discussion and debate among the high council and the queen, Kaniros decides to recall the military spread out across MG-72 back to the Maelstrom Galaxy.
Power in the settlements far away from Ferrandon, such as those in other galaxies or in intergalactic space, is delegated to the local authorities but remain part of Kaniros as dependent territories.
Kaniros begins to move away from being an Imperium, moving closer to becoming an Oligarchy, however they remain a magocratic and meritocratic society, where a person may rise to the top of the government based on performance, provided that they have magical abilities.
They are still, however, not yet ready to leave the title of Imperium behind.
The Lone Star Treaty
The Empress stands on a stage with the delegates standing beside her, in front of a crowd of thousands of people. A table would be in front of her with a piece of paper.
"Today, we look forward to a brighter future and a better tomorrow, not only for our people but for all the people of the multiverse. With the signing of this historic treaty, a new era of history shall begin!"
The Empress would lean down with a pen in her hand and sign the treaty, Anna Arthur would then grab one of her hands and raise it in the air.
The crowd would begin to cheer and celebrate.
Uranian Independents and Saturnian Withdrawal from The Outer Solar System
All Saturnian military forces and state-owned businesses would withdraw from the outer solar system upon signing the treaty, and the puppet government of the Outer Solar Protectorate dissolved. The Uranian Confederacy would be reborn, and the new nation would quickly begin to prepare for elections.
British Independence
Control of the nation was transferred to a newly independent British government, under Queen Charlotte.
A new constitution was implemented upon the announcement of independence, and close connections with Saturn would remain, nevertheless, as Britain would be dependent on the Saturnian government for food and energy resources, along with consumer products.
This news would be taken with mixed opinions by the British public, others would go out into the streets to celebrate, while others protest.
A New Democracy
After the signing of the treaty, a new democratic constitution would be implemented, which would guarantee the rights of all sentient species and safeguard the self-determination of all Saturnian citizens.
Federalization would begin, the Inner Solar Protectorate was dissolved, and new regional governments were created on Earth, Mars, and Jupiter. Regional parliaments would be established for these new administrations which would use a system of direct democracy, in which the electorate would decide on regional policy, laws, etc. Via digital voting.
A Federal Council is established as the federal legislative body and elections would begin to be prepared for electing members of the Federal Council.
As the event nears its end the Saturnian Empress would announce the creation of The Saturnian Imperial Federation.
[The event would be broadcast across the multiverse.]
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Northesta]
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Cascadian Free State]
[Hahoalki]
[Zyrothius]
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The Gods of Chaos]
[Kaniros]
The message is played in Kaniros and again Rimiris watches. She was still wary of the new empress of Saturn, and through her ties to the magicians guild and their ties to the high council, she did instil a sense of caution in them dealing with the Saturnians.
Rimiris' plan was simple and, for her, easy to put into motion. She would not allow any relations with the Saturnian systems until they had fully proven that they had changed. A single violation of human rights, treaties, corruption, murder, treason or imperialism and all deals were off, no matter how small. Rimiris could and would make sure of it, but for now, she would watch them.
Sol System Space
"Do not interfere any further, how about I interfere with your mother's-" The communicator's angry ramblings halted as The Alliance had arrived. "Jesus, its about f*cking time..." The communicator muttered, "Alliance, this is Station Texas. What the Hell do these tincans think they're doing?" He transmitted to the Alliance. "Look, look, nevermind that I already know - never done this before, yadda yadda ya...I need you to keep them stalled for as long as possible, I've got reports that our guys on the ground are trying to get us some information from Eight, but a promise was made to hand Eight over to them as a negotiating tactic, but if you can convince them to outright piss off and not let it come to this, it would be appreciated, over." In the meantime, he tapped into the Reconnaissance Satellites watching over Earth, maintaining a visual of the situation on the ground.
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Jefferson
The Special-Forces took Eight away, into the back of an APC, on the corner of a road. With close enough observation, it would be noteworthy that there were many soldiers running abound, and civilians by the truckload being pulled out of the city and surrounding area through some of the checkpoints established, V-TOLs were circling the surrounding area, and constant radio updates were audible over his escort's radios.
The drive would be relatively short, as they arrived to an alley way, one with several officers standing abound a table. One in particular stood out, a relatively tall man standing at the height of 6'2, with his arms behind his back, wearing full Officer regalia and a trenchcoat. He had short black hair and brown eyes and a well-rounded head, and a soft spoken, yet authoritative voice. He was one of the first to approach Eight without an ounce of worry about the prisoner in front of him - despite acknowledging its apparent abilities. "You wanted to speak with me." The man stated. "I am General Lorenz. What did you need to tell me so urgently?" He inquired. It was made abundantly clear he wanted to get to the point.
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O'Duffy Airbase
"Understood. We will continue to give you live updates as things continue. Right now The Alliance has arrived to orbit, and we've got General Lorenz speaking with Eight. We'll see how this all goes down. I will call back shortly." The Minister of Defense spoke. "For now, keep an eye out, most likely Eighth will be sent to O'Duffy Airbase shortly."
"Oh. Alright. Sorry I misunderstood you." He replied, placing a hand to his chin in thought as he listened to her speak of Rimiris. "Hitler, the name you were thinking of was Hitler." He offered a quick correction before resuming listening. In the back of his mind, he felt that the comparison was on-point to an extent; Hitler committed genocide, and Anastasia also, arguably committed genocide. Hitler was terrible at diplomacy and made diplomatic agreements with terrible countries and people, Anastasia did the same. Both had enslaved groups of people in the past, both had conducted horrid human experiments. He knew in the back of his mind, however, that Anastasia was at least in theory, much worse. At least Hitler couldn't cause people to drop dead on the floor with zero warning.
The mention that it was even possible to grant other people magic did seem to catch his attention, however. He tilted his head, "Wait, that's-Is that even possible?" He inquired. "It's legitimately possible for one person to give another the ability to use magic? How?"
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