[center][h1]The Prime Quad-Sector Holi Forix, Central Andromeda[/h1][/center]
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Time, a concept treasured by many civilizations across the stars has been central belief for centuries, untold times, but for the Pantheo ideas as time were forgotten, tossed aside by their longevity. Their arcane prowess having crafted seemingly immortal life into a reality many pantheics live by and treasure as normality. Their abuse of the arcane, their endless practice of it, would show trace even from beyond other worlds. The Pillar of Aen, both the holy relic of arcane importance and the citadel of the sector creed, but no less, this massive artifact of arcane properties would reach through the clouds and out into the world beyond terran soil. 

This holy relic was the home of the greatest and most important asset to the Pantheo for millenia, Quadrant Complex, the arcane super intelligence crafted from the bowls of a golden age long since past, now this ancient being stood as the only greeting their visitors would recieve. 

A ripple in the harmony of the arcane winds which had learned to dominate the Quad-Sector was quickly noticed and quarantined by the faithful protector which saw no tire, nor sleep in the defense of it's beloved creators. A massive cloud of unknown energy suddenly emerged out of empty void, much like the barbarians from millenia prior, but much like before, no aggressive action took hold within the cortex of this entity which sat, entombed within a shard reaching from the outer-atmosphere down into the calming earth, connected to terran energies.

Deep within this grandeous structure of untold age there was a vast gathering of pantheo, all holding significant rank, for they were leaders of the second most powerful creed in the entire Theocracy: The Sector Creed. Quadrant Complex sits on the golden throne of cables and arcane orbs and auras, connected deeply within an exact replica of the Well of Arcanum. 

Suddenly, QC lit back up into being, through the arcane waves around it was fully able to communicate, and so it did. ''We have [i]Visitors[/i]. Dispatching... Negative, taking personal authority of greeting procedures.'' The Lords around QC were surprised, Quadrant Complex prefered to sit back, taking full command of everything from a back seat position, but who were they to disagree with this incredible authority?

''As you command, Quadrum, may you bring back positive results.'' 

The Lords greeted their superior farewell for now, and with that, Quadrant Complex shut it's eyes once more and took onto itself the arcane form, drifting through space. 

Along it's travel, a mental message passed by, through defensive measure, Quadrant Complex isolated it through the magical currents all around the area, and then recieved it, alone. It was like in a burst, the invisible waves of magic would manifest for a split second and form a barrier between the fleet and the planet, but then it would fade to invisibility. 

Soon, Quadrant would emmitt it's own call, directed towards the Vistors of it's domain.

''I am Quadrant Complex.'' 

The energy around the fleet would spike, arcane signatures become nearly visible, and the the appearance of noise waves would form through the barely-visible energy clouds.

''I am Here.''

[@Durandal]
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Far away on the other side of the Pantheic domain boarders, on the edge of the Sylf sector, there were suddenly disturbing arcane disturbances within the fabric, some sort of Space-time fabric malfunction would be the cause of it, and nearby patrol vessels wouldn't think twice before investigating further. One of these vessels was the Fourth Pillar, pride of the Sylf Sector. As ancient as legend, this oversized and vastly modified Pijkar class capital ship has seen more wars than five generations would combined, at its helm was The Presence, entombed within the Holy Sarcaphagos of Vaéer, at his side stood the great Hand, lord of the Kadrak Umbrah warrior creed.

''A grave disturbance rips asunder the arcane harmony of our shores, I fear that we may be under the guise of a [i]Visitor[/i].'' The Hand spoke, proudly as his lineage, a warrior from reliable sect, forsaking his past and his name in the line of duty, now he is simply a Hand, the warrior of he whom has none. ''Astro-mageos', bring us into harmony with the waves of the ripples in the realm-wall (space-time), I want all Asgrathors cleansed and purified in time for encounter.'' The great ship would make a swift turn, however, not by conventional means, no. The ship dispersed, it's modules and shards going as far as they'd be brought, the central spire rotated, facing that which it once fled, and the shards recollected around it, forming the structure which it was just prior. 

''The great Presence speaks of uncertainty, we will be ready for this Visitor, hold true to the Words of the Ever-being.''

In the far distance from the fleet of Visitors there were the shilouettes of a massive hulk, shifting, changing, transforming it's shape every moment of its travel. At it's sides were escort vessels, all of whom once were connected with it's body. These shards would bring the desire of it's master to bear should danger become great.

On the local planet, however, not much occured. The planet was habited, but not greatly, it's population consisted mostly of workers and the planet itself was a mine and research site for testing and inventing arcane science, but also acquiring the holy resources needed for this practice.
[@Willy Vereb]
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((The next part of the story is too extensive so I decided to keep that for next post.))