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- RP Date
- YE 45
- RP Location
- Noria Citadel
U.N.N Citadel NoriaNoria System, Yirune Spiral, Chrystalis Unvorsum
United Norian Imperium (Former ISANN)
Several Months After [Tsenlan] Your Time Has Come Again and Again
Uaeso tapped his fingers on the top of the display case as he awaited the girl behind the counter to make his Leilan Tea, the newly minted Kryso insignia on his uniform spoke volumes of how much had changed since he and Naika were 'kidnapped' by Rivaen. Things had taken a turn, and the crowned prince had more than one solid reason for his decisions. He turned his head and looked out into the concourse, there were a lot of civilians still on the citadel as programs began to distribute those revived IDEs among reclaimed colonies and staging in line to be the first to settle on what was the next great experiment.
"Here is your Tea, Kryso. We've debited your gilmar from your account, " the young blonde-haired attendant said as she placed his tea down on the counter.
The Kryso jerked slightly as she had broken his train of thought and his daydreaming as he watched those who passed by. "Ah, Thank you, I will see you at lunch, maybe, it is going to be a big day today...I'm off to see Deputy Director Arkan," he said with gratitude as he picked up the thermal mug and took a slow cautious first sip of the steaming tea. He was in his dress uniform, blue and black paneled with detailed rope work along the epaulets of the jacket, the last thing he wanted to do was spill on it. He dodged lines of soldiers and personnel that were on their way between places, a slight nod met the arms that crossed their chests in brief salute. It was only a few minutes before he passed the Office of Quaen Reintegration, he couldn't help but try and peer through the tinted portals into what was still a complete mystery to most of them. Ujin and his people tended to keep to themselves, they were rather humble in spite of all that they had done. The Prince wanted to meet one of the Quaen, it was just another thing to add to his bucket list. He sighed, unable to see into the officer, and then continued on his way until he arrived at the 'Office of Command for the First Imperial Armada', the frosted translucent doors parted before him and he continued inside.
Uaeso approached the desk, he was about to introduce himself but the blue-haired Norian female behind the desk spoke first, "Admiral, the Deputy Director says you should go on in, may I take your hat and sidearm?" she asked as she passed the g-pad over and set it on the other side of the desk.
The Admiral smiled and took off his command cap, set it on the counter, and then disengaged the genetic lock on the strap for his quintessence pulse pistol and set it next to it. He then picked up the pad and finalized his registration as he watched the woman place his at and sidearm into one of the storage lockers behind the desk. "Thank you," he said with a nod and then turned. He took a deep breath and straightened his uniform then walked through the door into the Deputy Director's Office.
The Deputy Director's Office was not quite the way that Uaeso had imagined it. It was rather small, but it had four rather large viewports that gave a fantastic view, and a rather simple desk with a bunch of projections that hung around it. The new flag of the UNI was posted to the right behind the rather elegant desk chair that had very obvious Cayorian vibes to it. An angular top with a black leather padded surface and Arkan looked rather comfortable in it. The uniform Arkan wore was much more elaborate than his own, it had actual carved pauldron-like armor integrated into the fabric with a lot of medals that hung over the left side of his chest. He had been warned before he had come, about the uncanny resemblance and the rather inconvenient truth behind Arkan and those like him, it had made Uaeso even more curious rather than upside. Arkan had platinum blonde hair that was almost white, with blue colored eyes. The symbol of the Eitan Ysi was pinned beside his rank, just as it was now on his own. He had disposed of the Caeyara name months before, in fact, it was one of the first things he had done before everything happened. "Kryso Uaeso Eitan, reporting for duty," he said and crossed his right hand over his chest and closed his fist.
"How very professional, "Arkan said as he stood up and respectfully saluted back. "No need for it though," he said as he extended his hand toward the viewports that lined the entire other side of the room. "Best view on the whole Citadel, private view anyway," he said as he motioned Uaeso to follow him over to them. When Uaeso followed he pointed out the viewport towards the massive Quaen Mothership which hung over the still-cooling sphere that was their reformed homeworld. The pale blue atmosphere was rather choked with smoke and clouds, but it was still beautiful regardless. "By the time you get back, we will probably be resettling the surface. A shame you will miss the landing, but the mission you're on takes priority," Arkan said as he then turned to look at Uaeso. "Are you ready for it? Going back to the Kagami Galaxy and the Kikyo Sector to set things right with your father and the Yamataians?" he asked.
Uaeso looked out at the scene of the cooling planet, he seemed almost lost for a moment as he couldn't help but wonder about a home he had never set foot on. He knew that Lorenz and Aelantia were the next on the Quaen list, he had almost settled on the fact that Minatu Prime would never be restored, not with the rather obtuse view people had of his mother. He let out a long exhale and said, "I am ready, if we are going to move toward reunification these old matters must be settled, things need to be put right. We can't give amnesty to only those we want to," he said thoughtfully. "I have come to an understanding with myself that regardless of my emotions, I have to do this. Not just for myself or even the UNI, but for the hopes of some kind of peace among our kind and reunification of all that has been scattered," he admitted.
Arkan made a quiet chuckle and spoke in a softened tone, "You sound like me, I keep saying that the truth will come out when we have Siethennin, your father, and I back in a room together and that it has to be resolved peacefully no matter what," he laid a hand on Uaeso's right shoulder and said, "While I'm sure we could spend the entire day mulling over our ethical obligations and duties as we try to justify our future actions, we should be more productive. Are you ready to see your ship?" Arkan asked as he picked up one of the pads from his desk.
"Always ready," Uaeso responded with an excited look locked in his eyes.
More to Come...
Art done in Midjoruney by Andrew.