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"There should be, we're in a capital city after all. Let me check..."
Heidrun then pulls up a mental map of the city, her eyes glowing slightly in the process. Checking for any places that would fit the description of "karaoke bar", and suppressing the thought that this was a bad idea, she eventually decided on one that was too far away from the building, and had good ratings.
"Yep, I've found a place that looks good. I could send the info to you if you want, but don't worry, it looks good."
Callie hadn’t anticipated the girl would become this frantic but she realized the issue. She was scared, and who could blame her? Callie had to come up with something quick before she tried to overpower her. Knocking her out was the best action.
“I’m sorry to do this,” she whispered before she swung and punched her in the face, knocking her out. She grabbed the gun and took out the clip along with the bullet in the chamber.
“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” Callie looked over and saw Kyle with a first aid kit in his hand. “She was gonna off herself, why did you stop her?”
“We’re stuck on a foreign planet, with no shelter in site and possibly with a hostile race that we can’t even communicate with. She may be the only lead we have.”
“Considering we killed her friends, I doubt she’ll be willing.”
Callie frowned. “If we hadn’t shot first, would they have?”
“Possibly. Callie, they were here for a possible fight, we couldn’t take any chances.”
“You’re right...” Callie took the kit and took out a bandage and some burn salve before applying it to the girl’s hand. “She’s gonna be terrified when she wakes up...”
“Well...I guess we’ll have to show her some hospitality.”
Once Callie was finished, she picked Marina up and carried her back to the ship. She made a makeshift bed inside one of the cargo holds and laid her down on it before closing the door, locking them both in.
“I will trust your judgement.” She frowned. “Unfortunately, I don’t have any currency, though I doubt Bucksden accepts credits.”
- Ventus Prime RP: NON--
Aprimary 4th 5000
0700 hrs
Marina wouldn't stop wrestling for her gun, she wasn't going to give up until she would meet her comrades in the world of warriors. Though as she wrestled with the alien, her pain, her emotions, her destiny, she couldn't see the present and was hit bluntly on the face and knocked out. Her eyes rolled as she heard distant foreign words that made no sense to her, and she fell unconscious.
Her world got dark, in the void, she saw only nightmares of the future, she gasped as she woke up, and saw the time.
Marina: "4th of Aprimary, 0700 hrs. . ." she said faintly. Tired as she rolled her eyes around, she then widened her eyes as she realized, she wasn't in her barrack, nor she was abandoned in the snow, she was as she expected, somewhere in the alien's ship. This could only confirm her worst fears. She quickly got up though realized there was pain on her hand, though she knew it was the damage she took from the attack. She then started banging on the perimeters of the room.
Marina: "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! I AM NOT HERE TO BE EXPERIMENTED ON! NONONO! NEVER! LET ME GO! OR TAKE MY LIFE! WHATEVER! DON'T MAKE ME YOUR LAB RAT!"
“Take it easy.” Callie was sitting across the room against the wall. “We’re not going to hurt you.” She then grabbed a protein bar and tossed it to her. “I’m sure you’re probably hungry.”
- Ventus Prime RP: Stay back
Aprimary 4th 5000
0700 hrs
Marina would twist her head and her body to the direction of the voice, and realized it was her, just what did this alien want from her, Marina would jump when the foreigner tried to toss her something, thinking it was some sort of parasite, though it was a protein bar. She breathed a sigh of relief, though she wouldn't probably eat it, thinking it was poison, and if it wasn't poisoned, she would rather starve herself to death than be fed and kept alive, so she shoved it away.
She knew she was pretty much trapped in this room and as she realized she may spend an eternity here, her back to the wall and she slowly succumbed to the gravity of the planet and sat with her knees covering her face, as she tried to calm herself with tears rolling down her eyes.
"It is true, we're known for our starships. But we're actually incredibly well known for our transportation technology in general. Railroads, cars, planes, starships, you name it. Particularly we have Pegasus starships, which is essentially the dominating starship manufacturer. But if you're impressed with them, you'll definitely be impressed by other companies like Westland Autos, Monrovia Train and Rail, Boeing of the Carolinas, etcetera."
Ariana took another sip of her own tea before continuing. "Of course, transportation tech isn't all we're good at. For as far back as... perhaps the 2010s, if you can believe it, the Carolinas has had a strong computer and medical technology sector. It has since evolved tremendously. Truly a force to be reckoned with. Much of the medical equipment and generic medicines floating around the PAZ come from this great republic of ours. In fact, New Raleigh sits in a region known as "The Research Triangle," which is what it's been called for millennia. When you're free and away from the meetings, be sure to try and learn about all this place has to offer."
Ariana watched Anna nod and jot notes down. Clearly, she was interested. But Ariana wasn't done selling her country yet.
"I must also mention the vital importance in things like computer chips. You see, thanks to our martian colony, Red Dust, we've been harvesting a plethora of silicon and other metals needed to create these vital chips. It's truly incredible how vital those little microchips are. We have a lot of manufacturers here willing to sell them to all PAZ members, but there have been talks of entering the Prettenian markets. Although, technology isn't all we have to offer. We have plenty of other things to bring to your nation like fruits and meats straight from our more rural provinces."
“Look...I’m sure those people were your friends...and I’m sorry it ended the way it did, but we didn’t ask to crash onto this planet. We just want to go home.” She paused before she got up and went over to grab the protein bar. She opened it and took a bite.
“You want us gone, and we want to leave, so if you can at least point us in some direction, we’ll leave you alone.” She sighed, realizing the girl probably understood none of this. Keeping her distance still, sat down slightly closer to the girl. “So...do you have a name? I’m Callie...it’s short for Callista. You seemed to be well trained with guns, though I guess on this world it’s what keeps you alive.”
- Ventus Prime RP: Introductions?
Aprimary 4th 5000
0705 hrs
Marina would wipe her tears as the foreigner spoke, though she realized that the foreigner had the ears of a Revian, perhaps they spoke some ancient form of Tylian, though if it were that, then why would it be hard to communicate with them, though she took comfort knowing that her life would probably end with a blood sacrifice to their blood god.
As the foreigner tried to introduce herself, and talk in her unknown language, Marina replied.
Marina: "Marina, Tsyrinskaya Marina, odd name for a Revian like yourself, Callie, if you are one that is" Marina replied, in Tylian as she looked upon her injured hand and not paid much attention to Callie."
VICTORIAN SKIES
NEO-BLACKPORT | VICTORIA COLONY | PRETANNIAN SPACE
With the Completion of the Bubble Project and the opening of the City of Neo-Blackport comes the beginning of a new era for the nation as a whole. It is estimated that within the first few months the city will attract a full slot of 230,000 residents, especially with over 1.5 million filling out the proper forms to become potential colonists for the nation. Meanwhile within the futuristic confounds of Neo-Blackport comes a new fight, who to lead the colony. Prime Minister West has permitted the creation of the Victoria Parliament, which will be run by the Colonial Governor of the Province, already with 55,000 people living in the city and another 3,000 living in smaller bubble towns across the icy moon comes the first polls for the potential race.
In first is former Military Colonel turned Space Pioneer David Lloyd for the Conservatives, a blow for the Unionists back in Pretannia who had hoped that their governments pioneering of the project would lead to a landslide. However the race is still close with Unionist candidate Johnathan Wilkins only behind by 2%. Meanwhile the Greens are in a close third while the National Unionists are coming in a distant fourth. Within the Executive Manor the current Stand in Governor watches the city, seeing new ships flying in with more and more people to fill the ranks of his glorious project. Who was this man? This was General Carson Univeter, lead planner of the project and a hardened man of the military. Of course while he was loyal to his country and his government, there was a reason the unionists were not winning in polling.
Univeter walked around his office for a minute, another man standing in the room watching him. Univeter looked towards the man in the darkened room for a second, sighing.
"You are aware why I called you here correct?"
The man nodded, coming closer to the light on his desk. The man in question being David Lloyd. Lloyd gave a stoic look to Univeter, the brutish man currently downing the third bottle of tequila that hour. He shook his head, somewhat ashamed of the man he was looking at but he knew the power Univeter was building in Neo-Blackport, while the city was new the politics it was being built on was long polished up back home.
Univeter rolled his eyes.
"Don't give me that look, this stuff is imported. Gotta drink it up!"
Lloyd shook his head.
"Hmm... indeed. However sir, I suppose you had another reason for calling me here?"
Univeter nodded.
"Indeed... We've got some contacts from Conservatives back home. Funding is incoming of course... though we are worried that the Unionists will try and pick up some steam... the election is in a few months. You gotta start getting the gears moving, your popularity won't last forever. Just one scandal and baam... you're out."
Lloyd nodded, giving a small laugh.
"Heh... not sure any scandal can bring down the Conservative Party my friend. After this election we will have an ironclad grip over politics in this colony."
Univeter smiled as well, walking over and putting his hand on Lloyd's shoulders.
"Well... if they find out I have a hand in this then you might get docked a few points."
Lloyd nodded.
"These conversations are confidential."
Univeter laughed.
"All political conversations get out eventually."
Lloyd nodded, walking over to the window, looking out at the city. He nodded, and smiled.
"Soon this will all be mine..." he said to himself. Now the space race could begin.
Callie smiled. Finally, progress. “Marina, huh? That’s a nice name...” The language barrier was going to continue to be a problem if they couldn’t find a solution. Unless...
She grabbed her holopad, switching to keyboard mode and she started typing out words. It was a long shot but maybe, just maybe, she could understand typed messages. She then got up and went over to her, handing her the holopad. On it, the message simply said, “Can you read this?”
Ventus Prime RP: wot.
Aprimary 4th 5000
0710 hrs
Marina continued wiping her eyes and sniffled, as the foreigner went somewhere she looked towards her as she disappeared and came back with what it appeared to be a holopad, she typed something onto it and handed it over to her, she stared blankly at it, no response at all, were those symbols art? They couldn't be ancient Tylian, these were too curved and bendy to be Tylian, more fluid as if they had not much to care about in life. While Tylian's had alphabets that looked like organized regiments of soldiers standing firmly at attention, it had a feel that life is tough, it won't bend for you, your destiny is defined, and there will be no curve around it, there will be perpendicular paths though there are no curves in it.
“Judging by your expression, I’ll take that as a no...” Callie groaned. This told her two things. Not only were they on a foreign planet, but it had to be light years away from the closest Ventuan system. And if that was the case...how did that even happen? Callie was no engineer but she had heard stories about hyperdrive malfunctions and how it caused wormholes leading to different parts of the galaxy. But that was just a myth...right?
Again, she was getting nowhere with the girl, but at least she was calming down. Still, by the time she could teach Marina a new language, they would all probably be dead...which then made her wonder how her people survived out here. “Hey Marina...” she began. She gestured, putting a hand on her own shoulder, hoping she would be able to interpret what she was saying. She clenched the padding. “Your clothing...where did you get it from?” She patted it for emphasis.
Ventus Prime RP: Symbols
Aprimary 4th 5000
0714 hrs
Marina would put the holopad down, looking at it, perhaps they were apart of the Courier? no, perhaps stole it from a Courier themselves, or it was from their home planet. Marina had seen golden age technology before, usually taking it from raids she has previously been to, some of the stuff they found were pretty neat she thought.
Though as her name was called by the foreigner she looked to Callie, she saw her gesturing at her clothing, what is it she wanted to know, the specs? What it is called? Or where she got her black uniform from? Though she would probably have to describe it in detail.
Marina: "The paddings are made of cloth for comfort, muffalo wool for the cold, and bullet proof material for protection. Manufactured by my faction, the War Mongrels," she says as she pointed to an emblem of her faction, a maroon stitched symbol of what it had appeared to be the skull of a dog with rigid letters circling around the skull, this can perhaps give a hint to what the language looks like and what "Mongrel's" mean in Tylian. Other than that there were only Marina's foreign words to Callie and a symbol of a dog's skull of maroon colour.
Hearing his Approval for Cezis to meet with some of the other members of his apparent Kin, she would appear noticeably excited seeming just barely to hold into any fragment of relative stability and calmness yet to various degrees of success, eventually after a while she would calm down just as she would hear him speak of his own history listening to it before quickly retorting back with questions of her own;
- | " So.. you are lost? without home or place to call home nor as you said were not present for the times of Darkness or our own slumber.. I see now, perhaps what little we can offer may help to fill in gaps that maybe persisting.. but such attempt might prove irrelevant, considering your own status here with this Vessel. "
" Though now if you would not mind do you know of what your home was alike before you had to depart from it? " |
Seeing their reaction to the devices starting to work would seem to frighten and startle a few of them, seemingly not expecting them to adapt to the process so quickly, the one still standing before them holding onto the crudely crafted bag would seem to be surprised causing it to fall backwards, listening to their cries and fears before responding appropriately it's voice within a mild-Panic as it would not be expecting a reaction of this scale and magnitude;
- | " No Please, Outsiders it must be clear you remain calm less the link become weak and frail it is still adapting, Since it is still a way of understanding.... "
" If not Calm then listen, I am Visna, the one in red is Zhenrih of Acira we mean no ill will your arrival here upon the site of a new nest was unexpected, we ask of your own " |
Upon hearing this offer from the person standing before him, at first the standing figure would seem to show a lack of interest seeming to pull away from it's attempt of keeping its self eye-level with the Cymiopolitian standing in front of him, instead now choosing to return back to it's natural height and moving away briefly starting to speak within it's own natural language to the other members apart of it's apparent group.
This interaction would seem to last a while before it would turn back now with the other voices seeming to still be in a talk among themselves, still seeming to pull back some of the foliage and wildlife from the now ruined tank seeming to be more interested in the tank itself than the Cymiopolitians, but with the figure turning to face the person who had offered the proposal it would simply take a simple nod and eventually it would start to speak;
- | " Your.. Offer, while unexpected for times of these perhaps such... Accustoms can be changed to fit you must agree no? " |
“So...a faction perhaps?” It made sense, since it seemed unlikely there was a unified government present on this planet.
She tapped her commlink. “Kyle, do you copy?”
“Having fun in there?” Kyle asked.
Callie ignored the joke. “I think I’m starting to piece together what exactly this planet is.”
“You can understand her?”
“Not exactly, mostly just guessing. She’s part of a faction, a faction that lives on this planet, and you know what that means...”
“That there’s more and our situation is completely f*cked...”
“Possibly, yes...”
“We’ll be lucky if we last another day or so. As much as I hate to do it, we need to find proper shelter.”
Callie glances at Marina. “We might have a solution...”
“I know what you’re thinking and you’re crazy. She leads us back and we’ll all be dead.”
“We’re gonna be dead either way, whether freezing to death or firing squad. And if it makes you feel better, I’ll go it alone.”
“That’s even crazier!”
“Just trust me on this, okay?”
Kyle sighed. “Alright fine, but the second she tries anything funny-”
“I know...” Callie tapped her commlink again before getting up. She then went to the door and pressed a button before the door opened. She then looked towards Marina. “I know you probably don’t trust me right now but I need your help.” She then motioned towards the door.
A new home for the Mafia?
Tyl Quadrus, low orbit
A big stealth ship approached the low orbit of the Planet Tyl Quadrus to attempt a landing. The ship was painted in an ultra-black nanocarbon paint with a white skull holding a black rose between its teeth. Inside the ship, Bartolomeo (nicknamed Baffo because of his exaggerated mustaches), was leading an expediction of 45 men and women from the Rosa Nera mafia clan to establish a permanent base on the chaotic planet. Spotting the clan will be difficult between the 40+ factions of Tyl Quadrus and the countless criminal organizations that already resided there. This was the first real attempt to expand Rosa Nera outside of the italian colonies of Stella d'Italia. A key step of the big plan of Boss Ciro della Rosa towards a new monopoly of space mafia piracy.
Bartolomeo looked outside the spaceship window. He was a bit concerned about the rumors of cannibals and violent tribes from the planet but it's not like he had never tasted human flesh before. They had to find a great spot to set up camp and then the drug, weapons and resource trafficking would have had a new central node in Tyl Quadrus far from the italian government spying eyes, or at least that's what they hoped.
Ventus Prime, Celestiam, Cymiopolis, and Empire of Dogetopia
( insert Celestiam quote here)
8 miles outside of Oarai
Mito, Japan.
Ami smiled listening to the blue haired girl talk about her acceptance letter. She pressed her toes into her pink string heels and stretched them as well. "Well i confess that i was equally excited when i received the news that you wished to come here. I have observed your Sensha-Do skills in the films from the French Sensha Do Tournaments and I must say that i was speechless when i watched. So I'm sure that you could understand my excitement when I heard that you were interested in studying abroad. I couldnt help but to be one of the many people who wished to have you attend my Institution in Oarai. Well, I say my institution, but well all know its really hers" Ami smiled gesturing towards Momo. Momo smiled and closed her eyes happily.
Momo nodded at Sora when she spoke of her shoes. "I understand completely. Half of the girls in my Royal Family either see shoes as an accessory or just dont like wearing them at all. There's also girls like my dear Takao who prefer to use their shoes as toys or what have you. For me I love the comfort of my flats, but i couldnt help but try out this barefoot thing. Alot of the other girls have done it so i wanted to see what all the fuss was about, and i must say i understand why a few of them just dont wear shoes'' Momo said, her warm voice permeating in the air.
The doors of the establishment were opened for the Empress and her group of ladies. As they entered, one could observe the vastness of the place. There were teppanyaki tables where chefs showed of their mastery of food and tools. Some chefs occasionally tossing bits of food into the air for their patrons to catch in their mouth, and most doing so successfully.
In another part of the restaurant, master chefs created the many different kinds of sushi rolls that made Japanese cuisine famous. Each chef meticulously placed the meat, the veggies, the caviar, the rice, and the nori into a carefully crafted roll ready for consumption.
Momo took the group to an empty teppanyaki area where she helped everybody into seats and waited patiently. "I think this is the best way to celebrate such a momentous occasion" Momo said quietly, sitting in between Ami and Sora, and Sora next to Xelha. The waitress approached them and bowed profusely at Empress Kawashima and then the rest of the group.
"Welcome Empress Kawashima, Princess Kawamura, Headmistress Suzuya, and you are?" The waitress spoke. "This is Ms. Sora, she is new to Mito and future Sensha-Do champion" Momo spoke. The waitress bowed "I see. Welcome to Mito. I will be sure to make sure that you receive a special addition to your meal. Can i start the party off with some drinks?" The waitress said. "May i please have a lemonade?" Xelha asked. "I would like a water please" Momo replied "Might i please have a small house Sake?" Ami replied. The waitress smiled and then looked at Sora. "And for you Ms. Sora?"
"Nothing to worry about, I can pay. And besides, we've been getting better at accepting foreign currencies in the last few years, so you're not necessarily screwed because you use credits."
Heidrun shrugs slightly. "But we'll just have to see when we get there. And that's if we don't party so hard we get thrown out." She sticks her tongue out after that last part.
Penny crossed her arms and smirked slightly. “So what you’re saying is you used to be a party animal?”
"Back in the day, at least. Even in dystopian societies, there's room to have a good time. Of course, I've settled down nowadays, thanks to becoming more mature, more responsible, and more affected by deep psychological traumas. Y'know, normal stuff that happens as you become older!"
“Well, maybe this will be an opportunity for the old Heidi to come back for a bit. So, should we get going?”
"Yep, don't want to wait around and have it get too late. Not that that's a problem for us, but we don't want the place to close down, do we? Follow me, I'll get us there."
Heidrun then walks out of the apartment, waiting for Penny to follow her.
They walk out of the apartment and Penny let’s Heidi lead the way...until they go by an arcade and Penny suddenly stops. “Oh my...is that what I think it is?”
"Yep, that's an arcade. Seems to me like you want to go inside, which I'm down for... as long as we don't end up using up all of the cash I have on hand, that is. I've got my eyes on you."
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