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RP [Lorath] Waiting for Destiny

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YE 42
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Lemo, Gryzciki System
Part 1: Chicken and Thoughts

  • Lemo, Gryzciki System
  • Tur'Lista Compound

The splash of sauteing, a mix of Lorath vegetables and a Nepleslian protein-meat called chicken was briefly propelled a short distance into the air and then caught back in the pan. The sweet tantalizing smell of Lorath spices filled the High Priest's chambers. Cooking was one thing the servants didn't have to worry much about when it came to Aris'Taeus, the still yet to be known genetically engineered Tur'Lista had a passion for cooking; it became a stress reliever from the educational exercises the caste leaders had given him over his silent year of existence.

Platinum white strands were drawn back into a loose ponytail formed the mane of a masculine and prime form of the High Priest. The black robes he wore in private were more akin to a bathrobe than anything, bound by a single gold rope stretched across the narrow range of his hips and open at the top which showed off that Adonis-like sculpture that had been crafted and maintained since he emerged from the tank. The kitchen was dimly lit, lighting hung down from the high ceiling on pendulum-like wires and cast illumination on the baskets of various ingredients that came from the farming cooperative.

A small screen projected to the counter just to the right of the shove where the cooking took place played the promotional video from Origin Industries, the video had been watched at least a half a dozen times by Aris'Taeus since the leader of the Fyunnen handed it over to him. “By Voxphine’s Shield give them back now!” the voice of Harr'Ikke cursed and Aris'Taeus paused the playback as the camera focused on Destiny. His warm honey-kissed eyes flooded with her reflection as he tilted his head slowly to the right. Such things as the caste leaders had filled his head with, hopeful tales of the theorized return of their beloved Queen. That Voxphine would bring that blessed day and Ifmir would swing his hammer and usher forth a new era of prosperity for their people.

The woman had been declared dead, and everything she ever had was lost. Yet there she was trying to be strong, trying to stand again on her own, or so was Aris'Taeus's impression of the situation. He had yet to make himself fully known to their people and her discovery made that even more hesitant, he insisted that the step they all wanted him to make would happen only when she returned to them when she could cast her approval or disapproval upon him. He had shoes to fill, but he didn't want it to seem that way. There were their ways, but he wanted it all to be organic not forced that was the last thing she or their future needed.

The sweet smell of cooking vegetables brought Aris'Taeus back from the intense thought. Another swish of the pan and he flipped the mixture of vegetables and chicken once more in the air and then slid the entire concoction into a bowl and headed towards the table. The light gleamed off the shiny black pelage of his feathers as he passed under the lights and sat down in the carved wooden chair at the head of the table. His mind was still distant, he filtered his fingers the Maj's hair, the female Helasio who sat patiently on a pillow kneeled next to the chair; she had volunteered her comfort and servanthood during the long quiet wait before he would reveal himself to the rest of their people.
 

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Lemo, Gryzciki System
Tur'Lista compound


"She likes her food spicier than that. Not too much mind you, but just enough to get a bit of sweat, at least for the main course foods." The words came from the doorway that led into the eating chamber Aris'Taeus found himself alone in save for the Helashio, a dark shadow casting itself into the room by the form that seemed to block out a majority of the frame. At the doorway stood the long loyal woman to the crown and Lorath people, Sen'Ythy, the former leader of the Fyunnen forces, protector to the Tur'Lista, and high general of the LSDF. Weary it seemed as she was often now, she strode into the room with a seeming purpose and sat at the table without much of a invitation nor care for one. She had always been close to the royal couple of yesteryear, serving ever the Xiaah's parents for a while before their untimely death. She knew with the return of Harr'Ikke there would be no issues with her familiarity, but it was something she had to press upon the newly born High Priest.

She leaned her arms against the table, eyes on the man who was to be one of her new charges, at least until someone else could take over the position. She felt a pang of regret over the loss of her protege, but knew her actions to follow the Velor and his ilk out of the galaxy and to a new home was the wise choice. The first born royal siblings were with him, and they would need a strong Fyunnen to protect them. She could figure no better that Lren'Cdyn to lead the Fyunnen of that galaxy, yet the departure of many of the younger generation had left a hole in the power structure and called many of the retired LSDF personnel out and back into the fields to work along side of the Nepleslian military. Sen'Ythy though had resumed her old position, much to the fear and against many arguments from those around the higher levels of government. Not many forgot what she did during the last exodus and before, and not many were willing to forget. But with the backing of some of the higher up generals, they had eventually relented to allow her to train a new protector while still keeping her old role.

"So... What's your plan?" She asked rather bluntly as she watched the new High Priest with a hint of interest. She knew Harr'Ikke far better than he did. Words on a screen could describe her only so well, could only show her habits and lack there of only so much, but she knew the whirlwind that was Harr'Ikke and her whims, she knew how different she was, how strange to those that didn't know her. It would be rather amusing to see the two meet for the first time and she just prayed she had a front row seat for that first meeting.
 

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"She likes her food spicer than that..."

The Helashio's tail uncurled from around Aris'Taeus's leg, her diminutive frame lowered as the Fyunnen entered and sat down across from her Master. The High Priest took another bite of chicken and vegetables, his thoughts drifted briefly to an amendment of the recipe to increase the spice before its purpose beyond dinner was deployed. He chewed and swallowed, then pushed the serving bowl across the table towards Sen'Ythy in offer. The caste leaders were often fed when they came to him, it had almost become a tradition. "I plan to put more spices in it next time, at your valued advice," he answered with slight amusement and immediate avoidance in giving an instant or unthoughtful answer to her true inquiry.

"We could go in circles with an actual plan; all of which hinge upon the will of Harr'Ikke..." he said, the warm honey natural illumination in his eyes seemed to fade a little as they spoke. "I wish I had the context to form an actual plan, but how can you plan for a woman who has sur-..." he hesitated a second, "...overcome what she has. Sure I could board a Zahl and intercept that Origin ship she's on... if we could find it. I could demand she comes home. She might even do it if there is enough of us, but it would make her appear submissive and she would probably hate me for the rest of her life." It was obvious that Aris'Taeus had begun to research his own beyond the narrow scope of the educational programs put forward by the caste leaders.

Aris'Taeus pulled his chair inwards towards the table a little, Maj almost instinctively straightened the fall of his robe around his ankles. "Our people need Harr'Ikke, and I inevitably need her too so that the Tur'Lista will be whole again. One thing we do not need though is her contempt. We need a way to do this so coming home, coming back to her people is her idea. Sure the Nepleslians offer her a seat in their government and they are good honorable people...but, that isn't going to mean a thing to her. We're guests, grateful guests and homeless allies given shelter in the dangerous cold dark of night." There was only us, only we, but then there was just her. He examined Fate's face for a second, then took another bite of food and chewed. After he had swallowed and taken a sip of wine, he sighed, "If the will of people and the universe only followed a path like a work of fiction, we would be in a different place and wouldn't have to worry that she will reject my very existence or worse feel like we've led our people into another underground."

"We need more than a plan for Harr'Ikke, we need a plan beyond this entire situation...War looms over the sector again, I've read the reports, I've seen the signs. She has to want to come home, and have a purpose to come home to,"
he said, "So...I wish I had the plan you've asked me for."
 
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She took a piece of chicken from the plate when offered, chewing on it idly as she listened to his words, his thought process on Harr'Ikke and what he thought may or may not work. A smile worked across her face as she saw he had put thought into it and nodded as he finished.

"Force her, and she is liable to try and kill you. She is stubborn, very stubborn, that much should be evident with her refusal to return so far. But she cares for us, for her people... And she will care for you. But you can not push her, if you do, you will drive her away." She paused and took another bite of the chicken after she had pushed the bowl back to him. Up on a screen between the two of them, her eyes searched over the image of the woman caught in the video.

"We've stopped the broadcast, it never aired on public channels, at least not here. We've blocked it from everything under our control so as to not spread panic or flooding her with stuff from our people... But no doubt others have seen it, including the cats and Nepleslia. So if we are going to do something... We need to do it soon. Something that can show that we know she is there, and that when she is ready she can return to us."

She took a breath and sat up, eyes staring at the screen. Instead of the protector's hard eyes, Sen'Ythy's face softened, like a mother looking on her child.

"She... She does look well. A little battered, but she looks well."
 

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Aris'Taeus sat back in his chair, the carved wooden piece was more comfortable than it looked. "We can control what happens in our immediate vicinity but people talk and people who are not ours do not understand us, no matter how good of people or friends they are," he said, then motioned towards the screen. "The Nepleslians are no doubt, as I said before, set on her becoming a Senator, and they know nothing about me yet which means if they have seen it their ambition might get the best of them. They're industrious, determined people that are rather bull-headed when it comes to politics," he said with casual observance.

"I suppose the first step is to find her, quietly of course. There is no need to cause a ruckus when we don't need one. Secure us a ship, a small trusted crew and we should leave soon, and do this the right way. Every day we're here we are a step closer to our people finding out about me, or our new allies finding out. If something happens they do, I doubt getting away for even the most personal of missions will be impossible," he gave his first true order. For once since it, all began he was stepping up beyond the curtain they had drawn to cover up his existence until they were ready.

Aris'Taeus pushed his plate forwards slightly and Maj stood up and cleared it away from the table. His attention remained focused on Fate, "As for a plan, have some of our ships start sweeping northwards. If we're going to choose a direction to go after here, it should be away from the Cats and away from this war that is brewing in the galactic south," he said, sure it was all a risk but what was not? That could be just the thing to get Destiny's attention, a plan for what was after 'here'.
 

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Sen'Ythy listened to him and nodded along to his sentiments. Grateful as she was to the Nepleslians and their protection as they rebuilt and tried to recover from yet another incident for the Lorath, she couldn't help but feel put out every time the government tried to enforce something. She understood the absorption of their military, the usage of their fleets and everything else yet... It still left a sour taste in her mouth. But there was more good that had come from the situation rather than bad and for that reason alone, the Fyunnen woman had held her tongue.

"I will see to it immediately. Do you wish Mithki to accompany us? She is the one who will replace me when I feel her ready. Perhaps she might be good to have along?" She had offered the idea more as a chance for the man to get used to the woman, and vice-versa, yet it was a legitimate question at the same time. Headed into space with a small crew, it would be good to have the woman along as well. More protection, and a chance for her to get valuable experience and time with the royalty. She pulled from her hip a small communicator and tapped away for a few moments to get the transport info moving quickly, sending messages to crew she knew could keep their mouths shut and pay attention to their own business rather than raise questions and poke their noses where it didn't belong. She opted against something to large, instead moving for one of their smaller ships that would be quicker and less crew to field.

"Preparations have begun for transport. I have them getting a ship ready with supplies and personnel so when we are ready to move, we can. Should we reach out to Origin to see if we can't find where they are now? Ease our own search and go straight to the point? I am sure they aren't completely dense to who they have on board, I would be shocked otherwise."
 

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Aris'Taeus adjusted his posture in the chair as Sen'Ythy spoke. He had already reviewed Mithki's dossier and file; he had several times wanted to say that Sen'Ythy should return to her old position instead. "I feel like the deeper this goes, the harder it will be for me to stay out of sight. Bring Mithki along if you think she can handle it," he said and gave way for the new caste leader to make her mark. "Why don't you bring her by to see me before we leave?" he asked, curious to actually engage with this student of Sen'Ythy's fully before they made this trip together.

The High Priest silently cursed the fact his new ship design was still in it's beginning phases, it would have been a perfect opportunity to see what the vessel could do. He was passionate about a new future for their people, a new direction that would paint them with a new face across the sector. Maj returned and continued to clear the table, her tail swished slowly back and forth as she was careful not to interrupt her Master or his guest.

"Contacting Origin, if they don't know she's there could be the beginning of a new storm for us. They seem to like media exposure, I think if they knew she was there they would have used her more in their video or even made a public statement by now. If we alert them to her presence, they could just announce it to everyone," he said as he considered their options, "...Also, our communications may not be so private here. We should depart first, at least then we know our communications will not be compromised. We can try to see if we can find someone at Origin who can handle a little discretion and assist us." It was frustrating, the feeling they had to be on such alert and always have an eye over their shoulder, the universe was a dangerous place.

Maj cleared the serving bowl away and wrapped the contents up and set them in front of Sen'Ythy, her eyes kept the floor and held in a respectful pose. Aris'Taeus looked across the table and said, "Now you have some for later...Oh, and Sen'Ythy, what class of ship has been selected for our trip? I would like to familiarize myself with its specifications before we leave."
 

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Sen'Ythy sat with elbows on the table, her hands in front of her face as she listened to Aris'Taeus. She nodded and looked to the side, using her cybernetics to send a message to Mithki to join her in the small dining area. She was sure the woman could handle the post, how she handled the news of a man slated to become the High Priest of the people, someone not born through natural means would be telling though.

"A Raptor Class ship. The Lo'tok, if it pleases you. I figured that would be the best ship for us to take. Something that will give you and the Xiaah comfort, yet still be apt to protect itself while out on this mission with no escort. This way we can be protected, and the Xiaah won't be upset with some smaller ship."

Regardless of how she might carry herself, Sen'Ythy knew better than to think that Harr'Ikke would expect anything but the best. She just prayed the woman wouldn't have any hang ups about being back on a Lorath ship, knowing how the last time she had been had gone...

"Mithki, your presence is required in the dining hall, and your discretion as well. Make sure you excuse yourself, no one is to follow or tag along, and no one is to know where you are going. No one enters this room with you, am I understood?" Sen'Ythy sent a follow up message, figuring it was better to explain and give the woman warning so no one would join her by accident.
 

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In a dark room, a heavy-breathing man rolled onto his back with his wings fluffy and sweat rolling off his lightly muscled body "That....that was amazing" He said as he tried his best to catch his breath. A woman next to him was laying with her hands under her head with her glorious naked body in view. She was not breathing heavy or that much sweaty, but softly smiled "It was ...good" She confirmed to the man as the man looked at his side to her "Let's get going with a new round!" He said excitedly as she rolled her eyes "Don't get cocky, it was not that good" She sits up and stretches her arms a bit as she looked at her side seeing a padd flash as she grabs it.

"Mithki, your presence is required in the dining hall, and your discretion as well. Make sure you excuse yourself, no one is to follow or tag along, and no one is to know where you are going. No one enters this room with you, am I understood?"
Taking a deep breath as she shrugs a bit "Anything wrong?" Her eyes looked up from the padd "Yes, you get out" The man was confused "Now..." He quickly acknowledges the order and gets quickly out of bed grabbing his clothing and rushes out of the room as Mithki leans forward a bit "For f*ck sake..." Shaking her head as she throws the padd on her bed and gets up to get her uniform.

It took her only a good 30 minutes to arrive at the destination, she looked around seeing that no one was around and even had to dismiss her girls to stay back at their position as she enters the room and walked with a fully Lorath military uniform into it "You rang Sen'Ythy?" as the door closed behind her.
 

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"High General Sen'Ythy... High General. By Ifmir woman I am still your leader, remember that." Sen'Ythy smirked as the woman walked in, knowing her penchant for rubbing people the wrong way. She sat a few seats down from another man in the room who she had turned from when the notification that she was almost there had arrived to warn them. From a data pad on the table, a screen had projected into the air, to one side the schematics and rough break down of a Raptor Class ship, the other side a picture of the galactic map with routes planned to various places on the edges of Nepleslian space. The Fyunnen woman let out a small sigh as she eyed her protege up and down before she spoke.

"Mithki, this is High Priest Aris'Taeus Tur'Lista. You will guard him with your life until the day you die, am I understood?" Blunt as ever, Sen'Ythy gave the information as if it were common knowledge, yet there had never been word or mention, whisper even of a new High Priest. The position was hereditary, inherited by the children of the current High Priest and Xiaah upon either their retirement, or more commonly their death, and with the royal siblings either gone in exile like the High Priest, or as far as the public knew, dead like the Xiaah, and the royal children gone with their father, it was plain that there should be no new High Priest. Yet here Sen'Ythy sat with a man she claimed to be the new High Priest.


"Well? Introduce yourself."
 

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Getting another lecture made her look away as it was her way of just listening to her. Letting out a sigh at the word of her new orders as she looked at the High General with questionable eyes, but kept them to herself for now. Whatever this person was, he was upmost important to assign a great military-like herself to babysit him. Turning to the High Priest and given a gentle bow and looking at him "Mithki 'Thunder' Fyunnen, the pupil of ....High General Sen'Ythy to succeed her as Caste Leader of the House of Fyunnen. It is an honor to be able to protect you High Priest" It was not her style to suck up, but it meant something to Fate.

Looking back at her master "What are we going to do that requires my duties to protect the High Priest?" She asked bluntly and not caring much for the sensitivity of the whole ordeal.
 
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