DocTomoe
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It had been five years, five years since a return to land, a return to the embrace of the Matriarchy, and the mission which had returned wayward children of the Matriarchy to their home, and had reached out to the farthest reaches of charted space, where ties were formed between the Lorath and the Iromakuanhe. A relationship was formed from the efforts of the LSDF Trishka, and the ship’s captain; Korr’ih ‘Chambers’ Yann Fyunnen, a woman who had found herself home, but, apart from the person who gave her reason to cherish that home.
A year had passed since the order was delivered from the High Priest for the Princess of the Fyunnen, Obelisk, to begin a ritualistic seclusion. It was something that was sudden, abrupt, and left Korr’ih on the brink of questioning so much, if it were not for the joy that Obelisk had displayed upon the personal summons from their spiritual leader, and for the meantime, their political leader as well. Seclusion, it was as if a vast distance were suddenly set between her and the woman she loved, a rift that was uncrossable, but for reasons that were simply beyond the Fyunnen’s knowledge as to just why the Fyunnen princess had been given such a calling. Even with the implication of the call being for a divine purpose, it did not change the fact that Korr’ih would wake in the middle of the night, stirred awake by nightmares that she had no desire to dwell on, instinct churned inside of her, and made her restless, restless enough to reapply for active service to her people, not as a guardian to the woman she loved, but as a leader, a field officer, a forceful hand of the Matriarchy which would exert the will of the Lorath upon the stars beyond.
Applying for an assignment and receiving an assignment were two different matters entirely however, the LSDF Trishka was not a ship that belonged to Korr’ih, and had been reabsorbed into general service. Once the Trishka had been maintained and restocked, it was dispatched to the Northern Annex, where it was assigned to scouting and border patrol operations in cooperation with the Occhestian Republic Navy. Local operations of the Matriarchy and Lorath Self Defense Force had recently been shaken up by the Yamataian refusal to cooperate in the offered alliance which they had seemingly been a part of for the better part of a year. Yamatai’s refusal had resulted in renewed tensions which had put the Lorath Self Defense Force on high alert, and had also put the industrial sector of the Matriarchy into high gear. It was a climate like years prior, and it put Korr’ih on edge, as if there were something she needed to personally do to secure her homeland.
There was simply nothing for her though, the Matriarchy had already dispatched colonial expeditions within its space, and was not yet prepared for any expeditions beyond the borders of the Matriarchy, it left her in an unfortunate position of being a commander without a command, at least until she received notice of a new expeditionary operation which was in its pilot stage, a scouting expedition it seemed, at least from initial orders which had crossed Korr’ih’s proverbial desk, and had put the commander back into a position of importance.
Something was happening, however, she just did not know what she did not know, as she was set upon with a seemingly mundane task; preparation. Just what she was preparing for, there was no indication, and that had been months ago.
Present
Still no word from Obelisk, still no expedition beyond the borders of the Matriarchy, still the Yamatai Empire thumbed its nose at the Matriarchy. Everything was the same, but not, something had changed for Korr’ih, as situations developed, and suddenly her role in the Matriarchy was something far more important than she could begin to grasp, aside from the stack of documents which had been emblazoned with the runic script which could best translate to ‘CLASSIFIED’, documents which spelled out to her just what her mission was.
Korr’ih was to assemble a crew, for a ship, that would tear through the heavens themselves. Embossed in black upon one of the folders residing upon Korr’ih’s desk were two words, which in Trade would best be spoken as: “Project Herald”
A year had passed since the order was delivered from the High Priest for the Princess of the Fyunnen, Obelisk, to begin a ritualistic seclusion. It was something that was sudden, abrupt, and left Korr’ih on the brink of questioning so much, if it were not for the joy that Obelisk had displayed upon the personal summons from their spiritual leader, and for the meantime, their political leader as well. Seclusion, it was as if a vast distance were suddenly set between her and the woman she loved, a rift that was uncrossable, but for reasons that were simply beyond the Fyunnen’s knowledge as to just why the Fyunnen princess had been given such a calling. Even with the implication of the call being for a divine purpose, it did not change the fact that Korr’ih would wake in the middle of the night, stirred awake by nightmares that she had no desire to dwell on, instinct churned inside of her, and made her restless, restless enough to reapply for active service to her people, not as a guardian to the woman she loved, but as a leader, a field officer, a forceful hand of the Matriarchy which would exert the will of the Lorath upon the stars beyond.
Applying for an assignment and receiving an assignment were two different matters entirely however, the LSDF Trishka was not a ship that belonged to Korr’ih, and had been reabsorbed into general service. Once the Trishka had been maintained and restocked, it was dispatched to the Northern Annex, where it was assigned to scouting and border patrol operations in cooperation with the Occhestian Republic Navy. Local operations of the Matriarchy and Lorath Self Defense Force had recently been shaken up by the Yamataian refusal to cooperate in the offered alliance which they had seemingly been a part of for the better part of a year. Yamatai’s refusal had resulted in renewed tensions which had put the Lorath Self Defense Force on high alert, and had also put the industrial sector of the Matriarchy into high gear. It was a climate like years prior, and it put Korr’ih on edge, as if there were something she needed to personally do to secure her homeland.
There was simply nothing for her though, the Matriarchy had already dispatched colonial expeditions within its space, and was not yet prepared for any expeditions beyond the borders of the Matriarchy, it left her in an unfortunate position of being a commander without a command, at least until she received notice of a new expeditionary operation which was in its pilot stage, a scouting expedition it seemed, at least from initial orders which had crossed Korr’ih’s proverbial desk, and had put the commander back into a position of importance.
Something was happening, however, she just did not know what she did not know, as she was set upon with a seemingly mundane task; preparation. Just what she was preparing for, there was no indication, and that had been months ago.
Present
Still no word from Obelisk, still no expedition beyond the borders of the Matriarchy, still the Yamatai Empire thumbed its nose at the Matriarchy. Everything was the same, but not, something had changed for Korr’ih, as situations developed, and suddenly her role in the Matriarchy was something far more important than she could begin to grasp, aside from the stack of documents which had been emblazoned with the runic script which could best translate to ‘CLASSIFIED’, documents which spelled out to her just what her mission was.
Korr’ih was to assemble a crew, for a ship, that would tear through the heavens themselves. Embossed in black upon one of the folders residing upon Korr’ih’s desk were two words, which in Trade would best be spoken as: “Project Herald”