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Sky: "I don't actually like fighting"
In another corner, a tall figure, appearing human though with horns, would be standing. Octavian Sweft - he had taken his mother's last name - was only really here because of his new stake in Galar. Without it, he would still be at a small apartment in Ebbot, but he was starting the process of being moved.
His presence would be clearly noticeable, though he too was not one to engage with many people. He had a glass of gin in his hand. Despite the relative cheapness of his liquor, he had it placed as his favorite.
He would be adorned with a jet black suit, matching his hair color, with no real special features. In fact, it was a fairly cheap suit.
Octavian would simply stand and hope that no one tried to mess with him.
(perhaps someone can introduce the two of them)
Kaya: "I don't either. My mother just trained me."
Silly rat. the Imperium is a paper tiger.
Columbia will continue to prosper in endless prosperity and freedom under our great Democractic and Free Country
Long live the Empire of Liberty
Atai 348 please identify yourself.
(gotcha)
As if on cue, a staggering drunk man - ostensibly one of Hyperborea's diplomats - stumbled over towards Alana, who instantly recoiled from him and backed up. The man clearly did not take notice of the hint as he continued to go towards her, nearly tripping over his own feet as he did so.
- Drunkard: "Hey-hey you! Pretty girl! Why don't you come with me, you look tired. Let's get outta here!"
Alana: "... Who are you? I'm not interested." (she would begin to turn away)
Drunkard: "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Alana: (firmly) "Again, I'm not interested. Please take your business somewhere else."
She would begin to walk away, delicately trying to avoid the drunk diplomat, but the man, clearly angry at being ignored, would grab her arm harshly.
- Drunkard: (angrily) "I'm talking to you! Listen when I'm talking to you! Don't you dare move."
Alana: "Let go! Ugh!"
Alana tried to get away from his drunken grasp, but he held on tight, leaving red marks on her arm.
Okay lol.
Why the raider esque name though korolk
Atai was taken and Atai is planet 348
Octavian would notice this from across the room, as he looked up. He would immediately begin to walk over, forcefully grabbing the man by the arm and turning him around. He would move his grip to the shoulder, and send a punch towards the man's face.
(So, just because I have time and this is something I've been meaning to do since I made the factbook for the Kwelahn...)
[] Another Order from the Kwelahn [] Kwelahn Merchant Congress, Kwelahni Prime []
Things were tense in the galaxy right now, especially with news of the Imperium. The Kwelahn were some of the tensest among the civilized nations. They were closer to Imperium space than most nations in the Core Systems, and could be one of the first under attack if the Imperium decides to launch a galaxy-wide offensive. The Kwelahn, usually incredibly pacifistic and mercantile-focused, were extremely nervous at the prospect of being forced to not only fight in the near future, but to do so for their very survival. While they were able to defend themselves with the basic defenses onboard ships of the Merchant Fleet and the Halvona trade stations, they simply could not stand up to the threat of a foreign empire throwing their full weight at their subjugation, or worse, extinction.
Debate erupted within the Merchant Congress of Kwelahni Prime. Clans from all over the Union clashed with words in the greatest battlefield of all, controversial politics. They hadn't had to fight a large scale war in centuries, always being able to trade with nations friendly to them and avoid those who were unfriendly. Now they wanted to build a dedicated fleet? An army?! It was unheard of in Kwelahni society. Dozens of clans, powerful and weak, rich and poor, argued that the Kwelahn thrived off of maintaining peace and not provoking their neighbors with the threat of a standing army. Trade and mercantile actions were their lifeblood! Siphoning hard-earned credits from upstanding mercantile clans to fund a fleet and standing army to protect against a nation that might not even know they exist?! It was insanity!
Many others argued that as the galaxy grew, the hope of being able to stay neutral and prevent entanglement in war and the vitriolic politics of the Core Systems was becoming harder and harder. The Ceratans once made explicitly clear their desire to wage war on the Kwelahn, and even blockaded the Hiljaarva Trade Station in orbit of Earth, disrupting trade for months during tense negotiations. The Untecnans hated them for their advancement and heavy reliance on sentient automatons, an opinion still held by many Untecnans even after their surrender and occupation. Pious Crymentheans and Oranics preach the superiority of humanity, and therefore hate the Kwelahn out of principle. And the mysterious Imperium, coming from the Uncharted Systems declared a no man's land by Kwelahni navigators centuries ago, took that hatred of xenos to it's illogical extreme. If the Imperium decides to wage war on the Core Systems, the Kwelahni will inevitably be caught in the crossfire, and the Kwelahn need to be ready for that eventuality.
Several months after the debate began, the Kwelahn approach the Columbian government again with another offer. The Kwelahn had announced the formation of a standing army and fleet, the Kwelahn Defense Force, and they requested the assistance of the Columbian military in training the sailors and forming the organization and logistics necessary to maintain a standing military.
The punch connected with the man's nose with a satisfying crack, and he staggered backwards, blood pouring from his nose, howling in pain. He fell to the ground, screaming.
- Drunkard: "AARGH! Wh-what the f*ck! My nose! This b*stard broke my nose!"
There was a collective gasp from the crowd, who was only now just being made aware of the situation, and soon a ring had formed around the three, with a few onlookers stepping in to restrain the man, who was now screaming even louder for the arrest of Octavian and Alana.
Next to Octavian, Alana was holding her arm, which was red from the diplomat's grip, wincing in pain. Instinctively she moved closer to him in case the drunk man tried anything, though as the man was now writhing on the ground, that possibility would be safely out of the equation.
Notices the bladness and blackness of the RMB
snaps fingers. the RMB turns into a infinite field of randomly generated objects and houses that changes with the season
leaves and refuses to elaborate why i just turned the RMB into essentially the backrooms.
Untecna and Xeosia Attia
Octavian: "Do you have any respect for a lady, sir?"
He would turn towards Alana after seeing the man restrained.
Octavian: "Are you alright, ma'am? Are you injured?"
He would put on a much calmer tone, and relax a little bit.
Isabella simply playing on the RMB herself
Wakes up from my Ghalos induced coma
Notices that the RMB is full of random junk.
snaps fingers and turns the RMB back into a calm and orderly void
Refuses to elaborate and goes back into coma.
The man would continue screaming, obviously very drunk, his words now quite incoherent.
- Alana: "I... I'm alright. Thank you."
Her tone would be one of slight shock from what had just happened. But as she was starting to elaborate, there was a commotion from the crowd, and then Prince Ksaryev pushed his way through, rushing over to his sister in quite obvious worry.
- Ksaryev: "Sister! Are you alright? Did this man harm you?"
Alana: "N-no... this man here, with horns, he helped me before the drunkard got too close."
Ksaryev would look visibly relieved before turning to Octavian with gratitude in his eyes.
- Ksaryev: "Thank you for your help... Prince Octavian, I presume."
He would extend a hand for a handshake.
Rat just sitting in the middle of the Backrooms.
Octavian would give the prince the handshake, still with a firm, yet calm, expression on his face.
Octavian: "Of course. It was only proper. And I'm not a prince. Not since I was little."
Ivy Day, yay (no)!
Irulan: "Huh?"
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