RP A New Dawn

[Andrew]

RP Date

YE 46.8

RP Location

Vaalor Palace, UNI Capital

Grand Admiral Caelorn Islerius stood with military precision as he finished being scanned at the checkpoint. His imposing presence alone was enough to command respect, but his immaculate uniform, adorned with an array of medals and decorations, reinforced the authority he carried. The soldier handed him back his g-pad and briefcase. “You are clear to go up, Sir,” the soldier said, pointing to the lift. Islerius gave a curt nod, striding confidently toward the lift. The palace bustled with activity as banners of the former regime were being removed, replaced by the Lunari Ysi’s regal motifs. Outside, a sea of reporters and media drones crowded the courtyard, eager to capture any glimpse of the momentous transition in power. Inside the lift, a quick biosignature scan confirmed his identity.

"Authorized. Grand Admiral Caelorn Islerius, Director of the United Norian Navy. Please proceed," the mindhive announced as the lift ascended toward the Imperial Chambers. Islerius adjusted his uniform with sharp, deliberate motions, ensuring each medal gleamed perfectly and every embellishment was aligned. His demeanor was that of a seasoned military commander, calculated and composed. Recently appointed by Jol’Aester Sylix Lunari to lead her fleets, he had the reputation of a man who had seen it all. He had served loyally under Sylix’s father during both the Void Wars and the Craethel War, making his current role a natural progression in his career. His loyalty to the Lunari Ysi had never been in question.

As the lift doors slid open, he stepped out into a hallway adorned with opulent decorations—statues, relics, and artifacts that radiated power and history. Soldiers and specialists were already hard at work, removing traces of the previous regime’s Eitan decor, replacing it with the Lunari colors of dark purple and gold. Caelorn’s sharp eyes took it all in, but his expression remained unmoved. His jet-black hair, trimmed to the perfect regulation style of the old Minatu code, further enhanced his disciplined look. He was a soldier through and through, the epitome of military elegance.

Approaching a set of grand wooden doors adorned with intricate niranium castings, Caelorn waited as one of the Ortheiad Order sentries broke his formal stance to open the doors for him. The other sentry, equally poised, spoke with the same precision that defined their order. “The Jol’Aester, her majesty Sylix Lunari, will be with you in a few moments. Please make yourself comfortable.”

With a nod of acknowledgment, Caelorn stepped inside the chamber. The room exuded quiet authority, its opulent design centered around a grand conference table, with an unmistakable throne-like chair at its head. Dark purple and gold colors now dominated the room, signaling the Lunari’s rise to power. Another set of doors, likely leading to the inner sanctum of the ruling Ysi, stood closed on the far side of the room—off-limits to all but the most privileged.

Caelorn set his briefcase down beside him and retrieved his g-pad. Two volumetric images appeared above the device, depicting stellar cartography maps of the Yirune Arm and the Kosuke Sector in the Kagami Galaxy. He swept his hand through the images, expanding them to display detailed scans and information about the regions. The projections hovered above the table as he slid the g-pad under the surface, securing the data. Taking his seat, he rested his hands on the armrests of the chair, exuding calm control.

 

[Oaethel]

Jol’Aester Sylix Lunari sat with poise and dignity within her personal chambers, dark hair neatly pinned up, her face stoic without an expression. A black body suit adorned her frame with lavish deep purple and golden robes that told exactly who she was. Standing from her chair she would meticulously run her hands over the robes smoothing them out. She stepped out of her chambers it was time.

Calculated steps could be heard in the corridors as vibrant blue eyes watched as the last remnants of the Eitan family was being removed from the capital. It was the least that she could do as per one of the wishes of Tetsuya is that this would be done. It was time that another Ysi would reign. History was being made within these walls, it was the first time a Eitan has not sat on the throne. Her husbands body was not even cold yet as the changes had already begun. The Jol'Aester was not wasting time, history would be made. She was certain there was many questions that would be answered in all due time. The Capital was on lock down except for those who have been sanctioned to be there. It was to ensure everything went according to plan and the media outside where they could not twist or pry.

Once she had reached the conference room she stopped outside of the grand wooden doors as her fingers traced the intricate niranium castings before she would step inside. "Grand Admiral, it is a pleasure to have you here." Her soft yet firm voice would ring out into the room as she made her way over towards her rightful place as she would give a slight nod of her head towards him.

 

[Andrew]

Admiral Islerius stood at attention as soon as the Jol'Aester entered the room, his posture rigid and respectful. The weight of his military service and the deep reverence he held for her presence were evident in his every movement. He bowed deeply, waiting for her to sit before carefully taking his own seat. "Thank you for seeing me, Your Majesty, especially in such a critical time. I understand the transition has you occupied." His voice was measured, respectful, carrying the gravity of the moment. As an attendant poured water into glasses, Islerius patiently waited, ensuring the room was settled before proceeding. "I’ve brought all relevant materials to ensure you're thoroughly briefed on the state of your Navy," he added, his tone serious yet deferential.

The lights dimmed, casting a faint glow over the room, making the projected maps more visible. Islerius expanded the map of the Yuirune Arm, its capital worlds and fleet positions highlighted in soft blue and green hues. He paused, glancing at the Jol'Aester before continuing. "This may not have been relayed to you yet, but there’s a concerning development. An unknown enemy has been appearing at the fringes of our space." His voice grew graver. "They've been attacking our colonies, and troublingly, Craethel vessels have been sighted among their convoys. We still haven’t identified this new enemy, but we suspect they're the force behind the Craethel themselves."

He let that sink in, allowing the weight of his words to linger for a moment before continuing. "Meanwhile, we’ve been recalling our ships to the citadels, preparing them for operations in the Kagami Galaxy. It’s been a slow process, particularly with the transition from Asune-based weaponry to Aether systems. Many of our engineers are also tied up preparing for the monumental task of moving our planets to the Kosuke Sector." He paused again, his eyes never leaving the Jol'Aester as he gauged her reaction. "Do you have any questions, or is there anything you’d like to address before I proceed with the next part of the briefing, Your Majesty?" His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of urgency as he awaited her response.