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From Stardust, To Stardust

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From Stardust, To Stardust

Planet Nouvelle, Capital City Hollie
Royal Palace Parade Grounds

As the shuttle came to rest upon the ground, many of the moving soldiers had stopped, if only for a moment. They quickly moved to take positions, orders being barked by sergeants and officers. The police and Royal Guard forces had their weapons drawn as a portal opened forth from the shuttle, a door for those within to emerge into the rising sunlight of Nouvelle. A total of six of them strode forth, walking down from their vessel to stand upon the crafted stones that made up the parade grounds. Four of the beings were armored and armed, like some sort of honor guard or protectors. The other two wore robes, and no discernable weapons were visible upon them, perhaps signifying them as leaders or envoys from wherever they hailed from.

Perhaps stranger still, was the fact that they all had wings, true wings, much like a bird. Feathered and white, they glowed brightly in the sunlight of the late morning. These beings were what would appear to a number within the parade grounds as angelic, like true beings that hath descended from the heavens above. It was then the two leader figures raised their hands, light emanating from their palms, and for the weaker minded, a sense of calm and peace washed over them, their weapons being lowered, the fear forgotten. To those that it had affected, they simply stood there and watched in awe.

For those who it affected to a lesser degree, they lowered their weapons, but remained at the ready. They sense no danger, no sense of harm from these beings, but, deep within, their training told them to remain ready, even if all seemed alright. The select few, out of all those who were within the area of effect that did not feel anything, looked around in bewilderment, looking to see who was still in control of themselves, at least to their eyes. It was then General Orlock looked over from those that stood before him, to those that had spoken to the collection of soldiers and police.

General Orlock looked amongst his men, quickly spotting a handful of troops that looked to him for orders. He let out a small sigh, trying to make sense of what had happened, before looking back at these new comers. His mustache moved lightly with a passing breeze, the gray and red hairs swaying ever so slightly, before he spoke. “Soldiers, low ready. Keep yourselves together!” He looked at them closely, scanning them to see who they were, what they were. His gloved hands moved to rest on his sides, left atop his sword hilt, his right atop his revolver’s grip.

“Members of the Eternal Union, and members of the Valkian people’s, you are among the people of Nouvelle, among the people that I love and serve honorably. I do not speak for my people, I can only speak for the soldiers directly under my command. I give my word as a man, as a soldier, and as a nobleman, that no harm will come to you, as long as you respect us in the same manner as we respect you. The people of Nouvelle are in no small part awed by the arrival of so many new peoples, of the aspect of these arrivals heralding the return of their gods. We will keep the general populace separated from you for now. It is best for the Queen to decide anything further, before any contact with the civilian peoples are made.” The general stopped speaking, not sure as how to continue, or rather, not wishing to come off as offensive. Instead, he turned to a group of soldiers, and ordered them to the palace to alert the guards there to prepare for more visitors.
“Members of the Eternal Union, a moment please…” General Orlock turned away from them, to look back at the Valkians the stood before him. He looked them over, thinking over what they had spoken to him earlier, before this new craft had landed and brought yet another factor into the mix. He ran his right hand through his mustache, before responding to them. “Lord Tinkerer, is what we shall call you, out of respect for you. I look at you and your comrades, Lord Tinkerer, and see something that I never thought could exist. To some you are angels, to me, you are proof of life beyond the stars. Whether or not you are a scion of the gods is not up to me.” He pauses, looking back to the angelic Eternal Union beings, before looking at Lord Tinkerer once more. “I will allow you and your brethren to enter the palace, to speak with our Queen. Our Queen will decide best how to proceed. The soldiers here will escort you to guest quarters for now, so that the Queen can make ready for treating with yourself, Lord Tinkerer, those that are already within, and no doubt, with these Eternal Union beings… with whom I must now address.”

General Orlock bowed before Lord Tinkerer, awaiting for his response, before moving on to go and stand before the delegation of the Eternal Union. He looked at them, carefully inspecting them. Like all the others, their level of technology, their endeavors in science far outpaced those of his people. As though he were a child before adults. Taking a slight moment to compose himself, especially at the sight of the glowing veins of the two envoy beings, he spoke aloud to them. “I am General Orlock, of the Royal Nouvellian Police Forces. Members of the Eternal Union, it would seem you are among the many who have chosen today as to visit our home, and our capital. No doubt you will wish to speak with our leader, the Queen. Arrangements have been made for you to stay in guest quarters while we takes the necessary steps to make ready to speak with… with people as yourselves and the others. It will be for her decide as to what will come next…” He looks to the palace, and then back to the Eternal Union beings, “The guards to your right will escort you to your quarters, if you have no objections…” General Orlock stopped, and patiently awaited the response of the newcomers.


Royal Palace of Hollie

Queen Sabine sat silently as she listened to the runner who had come from the parade grounds. The man explained to her the new events that were unfolding right outside the walls of the palace. She could not believe what had transpired in such a short amount of time. With each passing moment, more and more beings had descended down to Nouvelle, to interact with the people of Nouvelle. These beings, these angels, all wished to speak with her, to meet her. She was the focal point of her people, of her planet, her world was now on the map, of sorts, and she was the speaker for all those that lived on the moon world.

Sabine looked up from the runner, still relaying the messages to her, to gaze upon a woven tapestry of old. It depicted her fore fathers, the men that had saved the world from tyranny and evil, from the Militarists of old. They had such strength, such resolve, to overcome such a monolithic adversary and obstacle. She looked at the heroic nature of which they were woven, the way they were made to seem as blessed by the gods themselves. She knew that whatever happened today, it was on her, and her alone. That her choices would being the first stone in whatever path was created for the Nouvellians to walk upon into the future, or to cover their graves. She took a deep breath, and let out a sigh.
“Make this room ready to accommodate three different delegations. Have tables set up for each party, and ensure that they form a semi-circle to face me. I will speak with them all at the same time. Tell the Terrans that they will be delayed for another two hours, while I ensure that everything is ready, and that we will be ready for these new beings.” She rose up from her throne, walking back into the antechamber to look over some things while she waited as well.

A lone guard hurried off to the guest quarters, making his way to the room in which the Terrans were staying. He stopped before their door, adjusting his uniform, before knocking upon the wood. Upon the door opening, he politely explained to them the new turn of events, abridged of course. He went on to explain that the Queen had ordered a council meeting of sorts, between the people of Terran, The Eternal Union, and the Valkians. She was going to meet with them all at the same time, and let them speak to her at the same time as well. She, the queen, sent her apologies, and hoped that they could forgive her. The queen also added that she would like to speak with the female captain privately sometime after all the matters of state were concluded.

The guard would excuse himself after any information and responses that were needed to be passed on were given. As he left, a steward entered the room with some water, and bread. “Here is a menu of what the Royal kitchens can prepare for you. Surely you are hungry, and, with this extra time that you will have to wait, we wish to ensure that you are fully taken care of, and so that your meeting with the Queen goes well.” He smiled, and left, letting them know that the bell on the time would summon him once they had decided upon what they wished to eat. The menu itself looked much like a menu from Earth, like a French restaurant that catered to both fine dining and normal everyday meals.

Nouvelle, the Frontier Regions/The Forbidden Zone
The City of the Gods, PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns

Captain Reynald was nervous as he left the safety of his own people and home for the skies and lands beyond. The beings he rode with were like nothing he had ever seen, and their technology was something to marvel at as well. He breathed deeply, the mask and pill he had ingested allowing him to survive within the contrasting atmosphere of the Sazkarjhian people. He looked at them, wonder what they looked like beneath their masks and armor. He diverted his attention to looking at the vessels window beside him as the world beneath him zoomed by. Never had he dreamed of riding aboard something that could go so fast, let alone fly.

After what seemed but a blink of the eye, even though of course it was longer, Captain Reynald was able to behold the “Angel” that had fallen from the sky. It was utterly massive, the size of the largest ships in the Nouvellian Navy put together, but far more advanced. It made the dreadnoughts, the pride of the Royal Navy, seem as though it were some wooden masted sailing vessel of ages gone past. This one ship alone would be enough to utterly defeat the entire Nouvellian military. Captain Reynald looked away from it, praying that whatever happened, he would not anger these great beings.

It was then that they flew into the ship itself. Not crashing into it, but, actually into the insides of the ship. Captain Reynald made a mental note to pass that on to his superiors if and when he got back. It was like flying into a massive warehouse, but one that was big enough to hold the vessel that he rode in upon, many of them. With a small bump, the ship was now on the ground, or the floor of this hangar. Reynald removed his rebreather, following his escorts out of the ship and onto the hangar floor itself. He looked around him, taking notice of just how different the Sazkarjhian and Nouvellian people were. He looked away from all this technology and wonderment to look at those that were gathered before him, awaiting his arrival.

Captain Reynald looked at the figure who stood before him, feminine in nature, but without a doubt, in complete command of the ship. She wore what appeared to be a dress uniform, much like what officers wore when not in the field. Though she was slightly smaller than the others of her race, Captain Reynald could not mistake that she was a figure to be respected above all the others. Her uniform was adorned with many medals and ribbons, her shoulder epaulets marked with red and silver, while the white and blue of the uniform itself added to the aura about her. Captain Reynald stood equal with her in height, though her skin was marked with yellow stripping, and she had two blunt horns atop her head.

She stood at attention, as though he were someone important. Crisp, professional, militaristic. She looked at him, as though her eyes were boring through him to make sense of what he was compared to her. She smiled, and then extended her hand. Captain Reynald smiled too, relieved that she was greeting him warmly. He took her hand, firmly shaking it, before rendering a proper salute. Either way, she was a superior officer and such respects for her were only fitting. He listened to her speak, her greeting him aboard her ship.

“It is a great honor to be welcomed aboard your ship, High Marshal Surek’sum. Allow me to say, your ship is utterly amazing, it is like nothing I have ever seen before. I am honored that you speak kindly of my character, and no doubt you are a great leader as well, for the way your soldiers operate is surely a reflection of your character.” He looked around the hangar once more, before looking back at the High Marshall, “I am your guest High Marshall, wherever you see fit to speak with me, I would be honored to converse with you there. You are right, there is much I wish to ask, and I will do my best to answer all of your question as well.” He smiled, and awaited politely for the journey he had embarked on to continue.

From Stardust, To Stardust

Hello, 70% done writing my response. Just wanted to let you all know. Sorry again for this delay, just been a pain to get free time to write. My responses to Wilson, Duck, and the Humans are written, just working on my response to the Lizards Peoples of Sar long harsh word name peoples. Hurray for diplomacy.

From Stardust, To Stardust

Sorry for my long delay. Last week was a living hell. Been having a run of bad luck, and been having to work harder because of it. Anyhow, I will do my best to get a post up and ready for you all. Again, I apologize so very much.

From Stardust, To Stardust

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To all the brave space faring peoples of the universe/galaxy, I've posted to those whom are currently within the Nouvellian vicinity. I am enjoying the interaction with all the different races, and of course, what the future holds. So, of course, lets rock and roll, put the fingers to the keyboard, and keep on roleplaying and having fun.

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Planet Nouvelle, Capital City Hollie
Skies above Hollie, 8:35 A.M.

As the city of Hollie began to awake in a hustle and bustle, people moving to and fro as word spread of extra-terrestrial visitors, a new vessel slowly drifted down from the heavens above. This craft, yet another ship belonging to these new and alien beings, made its way down from the endless space above, into the atmosphere, and through the sporadic clouds that hung over Hollie. People pointed and motioned to this new visitor above; excited that yet another “Angel” had come forth to visit their moon home world.

This vessel, this object, was heading straight for the capital’s main parade ground, situated outside of the Royal Palace. By now, the fledgling Royal Nouvellian Air Force had been mustered, its loud and rickety Biplanes circling the skies above the capital, while three massive zeppelins floated towards the palace from their airfield. The Nouvellian aircraft took notice of this newcomer, and flew towards it to flank it as it made its way to the parade grounds. The biplanes broke off as it landed, and those upon the ground await for whatever was to come out of this “Angelic” vessel.

Capital City Hollie
Central Trade District leading towards Capital

The police captain nodded, and nudged his horse forward. The police that had formed a barrier between the people of Nouvelle and the vessel that had landed within the trade district moved aside as the party made its way onwards to the Palace. Mounted police rode ahead, clearing the street of people as the Nouvellian police forces and these “All-Seeing Angels” made their way down it. People looked down from their homes, out from their windows at these strange new beings. Many whispered excitedly, talking of how “The gods have returned,” or, “Blessed be the Angel’s, disciples of the gods,” and the like.

The populace was more interested in the aliens than they were afraid, if at all. Of course there were those that were apprehensive, or skeptical, but overall, the vibe in the air was a positive one. The police forces moved at a brisk pace, not rushing, but not taking their time to make it to the palace. Off in the distance, the glittering spires and towers could be seen, the looming walls and fortifications that made the palace, and above all, the gleaming green and red jewel that stood held in a massive statue’s hands. It was surely a sight to behold, perhaps even for off-worlders.

A ship would fly overhead, some of the police within the escort breaking off to race ahead and alert the palace forces of their imminent arrival, and no doubt, to pass on what they had seen of late. Ahead, one could see the massive gates of the palace slowly creaking open, as numerous police and military forces mustered, readying themselves for both the air bound and ground bound newcomers. At the head of all these forces was a very well dressed man.

His hair was speckled with gray, and his mustache grand and well groomed. His clothes embellished with regalia and accruements. It was clear to all that he was in a position of authority. His hat was grand, with a dark green plume of feathers coming from its right side. He wore an archaic breastplate, polished to a high sheen. His sword and revolver drawn, he awaited patiently for the group coming from the trade district to arrive. His boots shone brightly as he moved to his left, letting a retinue of guardsmen pass by him.

He bowed his head slightly to the police and “Angels” from the trade district, offering a smile even. He spoke with a tone of authority and power, but with respect. “I am General Orlock, commander of the Royal Police Forces of Hollie. It is an honor to have such dignified guests among us. I am told you have come to treat with our Grace and Majesty, Queen Sabine. It is up to me if you shall go further.” He paused, looking up to scan over the incoming vessel of the gods, before looking back at the party before him.

“Would you be so kind as to enlighten me as to whom you are? I have only hearsay from my subordinates, my comrades in arms. I mean you no disrespect, but, I must insist that I know whom I am sending before my beloved Queen, to ensure that no harm comes to here, and those that reside within our palace. And, if I could have your names as well, so that we may also know you on a bit more… personal level, less we disrespect you, and ourselves by referring to you as ‘Angels’ or ‘Visitors from beyond the Stars’.” He smiled to them, sheathing his weapons as he awaited their response.

Planet Nouvelle, Frontier Town of Cherac

Captain Reynald stood quietly as the reptilian beings conversed amongst themselves. He wondered what they were saying, curious as to whether it was good or bad. Either way, he decided that it was best he not eavesdrop, even if he could not understand them. He took this time to issue a few orders to his troops, having them move about to ensure that the populace of the town was safe, and that no one got too close to these “Angelic” beings. After ensuring that his troops were taking care of his orders, he turned his attention back to the “Angels”.

The honorable Captain Suren’kum spoke to Captain Reynald after he finished speaking with his own troops. His words were kind and respectful, and held no amount of deception. Captain Reynald listened closely as the “Angel” spoke. He turned to look upon his fellow Nouvellians as Captain Suren’kum addressed them. He looked at their faces; as they listened to the “Angel” address them now. If any had fear within their hearts, it was relieved by the words of Captain Suren’kum. Reynald looked back at his counterpart from the heavens above.

“Captain Suren’kum, I would be honored to meet with your commander.” Reynald spoke politely, before continuing. “I am sad to say we do not have transportation like what your great people have, and I find that I must request your help in getting to this meeting.” He turned and ordered one of his subordinates to retrieve his dress uniform. “I can be ready to go in five minutes, if that is acceptable Captain.” He smiled, and awaited Saren’kums response.

Planet Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
Royal Palace, Eastern Wing, Guest Quarters.

Sgt. Caudill led the group of humans towards the quarters where they would be staying for their duration within the capital. He could not help but chuckle at their banter as the humans spoke amongst each other. They were an odd bunch, far different from those that Sgt. Caudill dealt with on a regular basis. The men reminded him of commoners who worked and lived in the wilderness and frontier of the kingdom, having little interaction with those that lived in the cities and towns. The woman was far more refined, and her mannerisms showed this.

He led the group to a set of doors. He opened them both, leading the group into a large living area, which had four more doors, each leading to its own sleeping area. He smiled, turning to the group. “Names are important. It gives a person worth, lets one know who they are talking to, and allows respect to be endeared unto one another. I know, it seems so… archaic to you no doubt, but, it is who we are, and it is something we hold dear to ourselves. Everyone has a name, and everyone has a story to tell.” He moved to stand back by the door way that led into the room.

“There are baths that can be used for freshening up and making yourselves feel more at ease. There are clean towels and clothes, if you wish to change. The choice is yours. We can also have your clothing cleaned and returned to you within two hours, if that would be appealing to you as well. You can ring the bell over there for service, and a steward will be with you shortly to help with whatever you need. That includes food as well. Hmmm…” Sgt. Caudill pauses, before remembering what he wanted to say.

“Also, we ask that you leave your weapons in these quarters upon the next meeting with the Queen. No one will enter your rooms nor dare touch your belongings. That should cover it. Now, I must excuse myself, and head back to my post. Take care new comers.” With that, Sgt. Caudill walked out, closing the doors behind him, and headed about his business.

Orbit of Nouvelle, Outer Reaches.

The heavens above Nouvelle were soon abuzz with life. A massive fleet of vessels appeared, shining specs against the brightness of the rising morning sun. The glinted and glowed, reflected and sparkled. They were a sight to behold. Never before had so many object been spotted in the skies above Nouvelle. The moved in a formation, never getting too far apart. There was order to them all, each having its own significance. The people of Nouvelle were truly blessed. So many “Angels” had come, and yet even more were coming. And of the mass of “Angels”, one broke away from the congregation, and flew downwards to the earth of Nouvelle below.

From Stardust, To Stardust

My apologies for being such an ignorant underdeveloped people to have overlooked this. In all seriousness, sorry about that man. I did not intend to overlook that. I have copied what you said Duck, and pasted it to a MS Word doc, and will be drafting up a response with all due haste. Probably won't be posted for another twelve hours due to work. I suppose it is ok if I take it as though your ship is heading towards the capital?

WilsonTurner, son of Bootstrap Bill, is the DNA message geared towards me, or, something else? A little inside info can better gear my response towards you. Thanks you!

From Stardust, To Stardust

Planet Nouvelle, Frontier town of Cherac
First contact with alien species known as Sazkarjhit

Captain Reynald rose from his kneeling position to stand bowing, watching these metal clad beings begin to speak amongst one another, or, what seemed like it. Their tones and language were indecipherable, let alone barely able to be heard above the crackling flames of the fire the still burned in the town center. He hoped to himself, that if these beings were the “Angles”, that he had not offended them. Still holding his side arm, Reynald replaced it within its holster, and button the leather flap closed.

Captain Reynald fought the urge to take a step back as the largest of the beings strode forward. His armor had black stripes that stood out upon it, different than the other metallic beings. He finally completely rose from his bow, to look upwards at this being. Tall, much taller than he was, metal skin with some sort of colored visor where a face should be. Reynald smiled politely, trying to alleviate the fear and doubt he had at the back of his mind.

The being was a sight to behold, and after a moment of looking upon the Nouvellian, it spoke in its native tongue, before doing something. It pulled out some sort of tablet, a pill of sorts, and then lowered its helmet in a folding manner. After this, it ingested the tablet, letting out a few gruff coughs, before standing upright once more. It was then, that Captain Reynald could behold the true form of these metal beings.

Reynald could not help but stare at this new and alien being. The drastic differences were many, and so profoundly life changing. It was though a reptile of this planet had evolved into what stood before the Nouvellian. Or, perhaps, these were the “Angels” true form, the metal but an outer protective skin. Either way, Captain Reynald was deeply in awe when the creature spoke.

The creature’s mouth moved, followed by a disembodied voice shortly afterwards, in a peculiar dialect of the Nouvellian language. It was similar, but, much more… lacking flair, or rather, it seemed to be favoring a simplified version that had more emphasis on brevity and directness, rather than the flowing way Nouvellians spoke. Still, Captain Reynald was able to understand the being, in all he wished to convey… or, at least Captain Reynald assumed it was a male.

“It is a great honor to be among the first whom get to meet with you, honored representative of the Empire of Sazkarjhia. Allow me, Captain Reynald of the Cherac garrison, welcome you to our planet, Nouvelle. I am but a humble servant of her Majesty, Queen Sabine. Yet, I do not doubt she would be most honored as well, if not more, to welcome true disciples of the gods… of Tem’plar. Captain Ranan Suren’kum, leader of Marine Brigade, ‘Angel’ from the Might of a Thousand Suns… we are all your humble subjects. Only the gods could ever possess such might and glory to come from the skies. How can we, the people of Cherac, be of service to you, ‘Angel’ Captain Ranan Suren’kum?”

By now, most of the local populace had come out from their homes, to look in awe among the beings that they too felt were ‘Angels’. Many had knelt down, bowing before these beings, others stood bowing, and some stood, too engrossed in the moment to do much more than stare. These people all looked at the exchange between the Captain of the garrison, and this new being, this ‘Angel’ Captain Ranan Suren’kum, awaiting for what was to happen next. Had the gods finally returned, after all these years, had their divine beings taken notice of the people of Nouvelle?

Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
Royal Palace, Throne Room

Queen Sabine watched her quests bow before her, suppressing the urge to laugh at the awkwardness of the males when they performed their bows. Still, they honored her even with their lack of court manners. On the other hand, their leader, the female was very well practiced in the idiosyncrasies of the royal court. Her form was nearly perfect, only flaw in that she had no dress to complete the look that the gestures of her hands would have done. Sabine took notice of this one, curious as to who she was. She quickly called one of her retainers over, whispering something to the man, before he bowed, and turned, running off in some direction. She turned her attention back to her guests.

The woman spoke, not only with authority, to show her station above her comrades, but also with respect, the tone that one who had experience with nobility, or at least, people whom were in a seat of power, would have been spoken to with. Curious, indeed. The leader went on to speak of their current situation. Sabine could not help but smile, as these people from a far off world spoke of their own problems, how they travelled her in a ship that was incomplete. Brave, bold, a sense of honor.

On the other hand, what did concern Queen Sabine greatly was the talk of being conquered, the very real chance that something or someone could have come to this planet with anything other than peaceful intentions. She leaned forward in her throne, taking a closer look at the Terrans before her. The level of technology these beings possessed was not readily apparent, until she looked at their side arms, the craftsmanship alone many, many years ahead. These people, these beings from beyond the stars, could offer much, teach the people of Nouvelle more than they hoped to learn for many lifetimes, but at what cost?

Mining rights could be just the beginning. Sabine closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the history she was taught of her people. The wars, the genocides, how the nobility was almost completely wiped off the face of the planet. She took a deep breath, opening her eyes up once more, to look upon her quests. She smiled at them genuinely, before holding up her right hand, indicating that she was going to speak.

“It is early still, and our people have just met. And, much to my dismay, I know none of your names, and I would surely dishonor both myself, and you, if I were to merely speak to you if you had no names. This will not do. No, before we can speak any more, I will need to know your names, to better partake in these talks. No doubt you are tired and weary from your journey. A hot bath and clean clothes would suit you well, and, of course, make you seem far less… conspicuous. I will have Sergeant Caudill escort you all to the guest quarters, where you will be given a room, clothes, and a fresh bath. I have enjoyed this conversation thus far, but, I too must make the preparations for further interactions. And… sadly, I also must take care of some other business. We will reconvene in two hours’ time. That is sufficient for both parties to be ready. I look forward to talking to you all then, especially you…” Queen Sabine pointed to the female leader of the group.

With that, Queen Sabine stood up, smiling to her guests, and fellow Nouvellians, before turning to head out behind the throne, through hanging banners and out an unseen door. She of course, would have waited for the appropriate bows from her people and the quests, even returning a bow to them, before she would leave. That left the guests to the company of Sgt. Caudill. He smiled at them, and pointed to a set of double doors. He motioned them to follow him, before he would lead them to a different part of the palace from which they had entered. “This way please, we have to get you all ready for your talks with the Queen. This is a great honor.” He bowed his head to them, and would wait for them to follow.

Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
Central Trade District, Plaza De Leone

By now, many people had come from their homes to see all the commotion that was going on. The young, old, and everything in between had gathered around these strange new beings. Along with the influx of citizen, came an influx of police forces. The fought through the ever growing crowed to make their ways to the front, doing their best to begin forming a barrier to keep anyone from getting too close. The people were peaceful, but, of course, with anything new, never before seen, everyone wanted to get a look at what was going on.

The people, to include the police, were very interested in these beings that had arrived from the skies, these “Angels” of the heavens. A few mounted police had arrived by now, but they were staying in the rear, providing over watch and reserve if they would be needed. The three original police officers in attendance had come together, all standing before these beings. They spoke amongst one another, before deciding who would be the main one to converse with the “Angels”.

Sergeant Bower let out a low sigh, nervous, and then nodded to his men, taking a step forward to be more readily available for the alien beings. The two front “Angels” had handed off what the Sgt. Bower surmised to be weapons of some sort. The two leader beings were flanked by other, more ominous beings, no doubt some form of warrior “Angels”. Still, even without their weapons, they probably still possessed power well beyond that of the young police officer.

The beings were joined by two more, not the warrior ones, but different. Auxiliary beings, Bower could only guess. Before he could truly figure out what they were, these two new ones, and the two before him, all strode forth to stand before him, and began to speak in an unknown language. It was completely foreign, nothing like he had heard before. It was low, almost quiet, as though they were speaking inside of a library. He did however figure out that they were asking a question of some sort, based off how the inflection at the beings spoken words end changed.

Sgt. Bower stood in quiet collection, trying his best to make sense of the situation as it unfolded. He looked at these new beings, and then back to his own people, trying to figure out what would be best for not only himself, and the people of Nouvelle, but also for these new visitors. He looked back at them, unsure of what they were doing. They seemed to be standing still, perhaps exchanging words with one another. They may have moved slightly, but he was not entirely sure of that either.

Before he could put any further thought into the matter the beings, in particular, the lead one, addressed him. Its tone, and odd way of speaking the native tongue of Nouvelle was hard to grasp at first, but, after a few moments, Sgt. Bower understood what was being asked. They wanted to speak with a leader, perhaps his captain, or, more likely, the city police General. He turned to his fellow police officers, and began to speak with them.

As he spoke with his comrades about what had been said, one of the beings, a warrior “Angel” strode forth to speak with its leader figures. What was said was too low to be heard, but, whatever it was, the leader figure paused, and seemed to do something. Probably thinking. After a while, it turned its attention back to the beings that it was with. It must have ordered them to do something, because the beings moved about, most returning to their vessel, and they closed the doorway behind them.

Their vessel transformed considerably, as metal plates extended downwards to protect the struts and wheels of the vessel, completely blocking them off from the world around them. This was followed by the wings folding inwards, retracting and reducing their size. The wing closure coincided with the appearance of two turrets, one by each wing that appeared from within the vessel. These new changes were of a defensive nature, to the people of Nouvelle, and the turrets were there not as a threat, but rather, a deterrent if the need arose.

As that finished, the lead being turned to the police officers before it, and spoke to them. After it finished, Sgt. Bower looked among his two comrades, and nodded to them. The turned to their captain, sitting atop a horse to rear, and indicated that they were asking to see command. The captain nudged his mount forward, and rode to meet the Sergeant and the new beings. He spoke quickly to the Sergeant, before nodding, and ridding off towards the palace.

Sgt. Bower turned to the beings, bowing before them, and then motioning for them to follow him. “We will escort you to the palace gates, where you will speak to the General of the Royal Police. It is up to him whether or not you will go any further. It is only a few blocks away. The police forces here will ensure no one tampers with your vessel, and will have the roads blocked off so that we make all due haste to the palace. These new “Angels” you spoke of, are they with you, or, are they with someone else?”

From Stardust, To Stardust

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From Stardust, To Stardust

Planet Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie 6:32 A.M.
Central Trade District, Plaza De Leone

As it was still early in the morning, few people were about the streets of Hollie when one of the “Angels” descended to the ground below. The object descended through the clouds and remnant wisps of smoke the floated over the city, landing in the trade district, upon the beautiful stone slabs that made up Plaza De Leone. Citizens moved hastily out of the way, not necessarily running for cover, but, rather, keeping their distance from something so foreign and new.

The stone slabs beneath the object’s extended wheel like objects, as this metallic behemoth settled. This “Angel” was made of metal it seemed, and it was far larger than any air going vessel the people of Nouvelle possessed. Its large size barely fit into the breadth of the plaza, the horizontal tips of this object mere meters from the buildings that surrounded Plaza De Leone. The cracked slabs beneath the object finally stopped cracking and making noise, have since been broken apart into small enough fragments.

A youthful girl spoke aloud, to those about her. “It looks like a fish mommy… look at its tail.” She looked up at her mother, who smiled, and told her to hush. “Hush my little one, stay behind me… we do not want to offend the ‘Angels’, they are the servants of the gods.” The little girl nodded, and hid behind her mother’s skirts. The people were still in a midst of calm and unease, awe and fear. The spoke in low voices to one another as they watched the dust settle.

The people all took a unified step back as a door way appeared on the side of this object, opening up to their world, and letting the object open itself up to theirs in turn. Within moments, a ladder extended down from the object, making its way to lightly touch the ground beside the object. The Nouvellians watched on with curiosity as a figure stepped into the rising light of the world. The citizens stood quietly taking in what this new being was.

Was it a sub-class of “Angel”? Were these objects what the “Angels” rode about in? These thoughts and questions swirled about the congregated group of some three dozen people. A few turn and ran as the rest of the new beings came forth. To where, only those individuals knew. After an elongated moment, a person stepped forth, a male. He wore a dark blue uniform, with a golden star upon his right breast. A police officer, one of three of the citizens, and the only ones with firearms. The revolvers remained on their hips, the leather flap buttoned closed.

“Who… who are you? I mean… why… I…” he grew silent… his dialect would be a mix of English and French mixed together. He smiled meekly, and bowed forward slightly. “I am Sergeant Bower, of the Hollie Royal Police Forces. I… I welcome you to our… our city. Are… Are you the ‘angels’ of the Gods,” Bower looked on with curious unease and awe. He stood closer to the beings than anyone else.

Fayette Mountains, Frontier town of Cherac 3:37 A.M.

Two soldiers patrolled the town outskirts, slowly meandering their way through the low brush the dotted the foothills before the true mountains. Their rifles lay slung across their backs, the two men talking in excited tones as they made a routine round. As they stopped to kill some time, conversing over what had happened just last night, their turned their heads to the tree line to their right. A curious noise had drawn their attention, followed by the glinting of metal in the dancing light of their towns bonfire. The two soldiers stood in awe as this flying object made its way to just before the tree line. With unequalled grace, it slowed, and then proceed to descend to the ground.

The object opened up, revealing large imposing figures to spring forth from its bowels. Theses beings, these gray metal clad creatures, were a sight to truly behold. The two soldiers took a few steps backward, unsure of how to proceed at such an event. They had yet to even think of drawing their weapons, still standing on their usual dirt path looking with complete awe at what was unfolding before them. It must be a sign, an omen of the gods.

The two soldiers looked at one another, before looking back at the new beings. Their gray metal was only broken by a yellow glass like device covering where they could only assume faces would be. One of the soldiers tripped and fell back as these beings unslung what could only be assumed to be weapons. His compatriot quickly helped him up, both of them backing up, not sure whether to run, or to bow before such beacons of the gods. As the two soldiers talked hurriedly in low tones, the object that held these beings closed back up.

With a low rumble, and a rush of air, the soldier’s covers were knocked off as this object took to the skies once more. It would turn as though it were some mythical being, a chariot of the angels, perhaps. Before they could figure out where it was going, the beings had begun to move towards them, and towards the town behind them. The two men turned and ran, running for the fort that sat in the town square to rouse no doubt their commanding officer.

Within a few minutes, the local garrison was roused, by the sounds of a ringing bell. A mustachioed man came stumbling out of the fort, into the town square, standing off a ways from the low burning fire. He wore no top, the straps for his suspenders at his sides, rather than over his shoulders. He held a revolver in his right hand, though not pointed at anyone in particular. His eyes widened as he saw these beings, clad in their armor the refracted the rays of the firelight.

“I… I am Captain Reynald, commander of this garrison, and prot…protector of the town of Cherac. Who… who are you… what are you…” He stopped speaking, stepping forwards a bit more, to better see these newcomers. He could not believe what he was seeing. The garrison behind him was watching from their battlements, weapons drawn, but not aimed. They too were in awe, and unsure as what to do. The looked among each other, and then to their commander.

In a low voice… Captain Reynald, a religious man, spoke to himself aloud. “These must be disciples of the gods… angels no doubt. I… I must not offend them.” He turned to his men, and the people that were looking on from the corners of buildings, and from behind objects… “These must be the angels we saw… that is the only explanation…” He turned about quickly, and slowly sank to his knees, and bowed before the beings. Following his lead, the soldiers and people of Cherac followed suit, and bowed before the newcomers, believing them to be angels of their gods.

Hollie, Capital of Nouvelle 6:39 A.M.

A dog barked excitedly at the sky, its owner having been mesmerized by the object that had landed itself in the city’s trade district. He turned, to see what his companion was barking at. His mouth went agape as he saw an even large object begin to descend from the heavens above. Even in the growing light of the morning sun, the dazzling blue of object was still very vibrant and breathtaking. He began to move, running alongside his dog as the two exited the western park, the biggest in all of Hollie. He was among a dozen or so early birds who had woken to see the rising sun, and all of them moved to get out from underneath this new object.

Even as he ran, the object was breathtaking. Beautiful, large, artful, and the most dazzling white that could only compare to newly fallen snow. He stopped running when he felt he was safely away, finding himself standing in a side street that ran away from the park. This object was adorned with strange symbols, readable, but, to the man, they did not make sense. He continued to look on as his dog barked excitedly. The round lights blinked in an almost mesmerizing manner, but were just another factor of the beauty that made this ship.

The man was right in his assumption. The object that had been quietly hovering, aside from a low hum, began to make its way to settling directly over the western park. The object grew in size as it further descended, making its way to land within the confines of the park. The object seemed to float with an unseen force, as though it were imbued with the power of the gods. It finally landed, the vibrant grasses beneath the object moving wildly from the object’s downward motion. Whether it touched the ground, or merely hovered above it, could not be discerned, especially from the man with his dog.

He took a few steps back, as this object rested, because a door opened up, revealing four beings striding forth into the light. In their hands were some sort of weapon like object, but he could not be sure. He moved farther back, just to be on the safe side. He now knelt beside his companion, calming the dog as it sat back, looking from his master, to the new beings that had appeared from this surely divine object. The man looked back to the beings, trying to discern what they looked like.

Their clothing was bizarre and different from what the man was accustomed to. He noticed the odd pattern that adorned their clothes. Green blobs all over the place, different shades of it, like some chaotic child’s painting. Nothing like the flowing colors of the police and military uniforms he had seen of his people. Their heads had some sort of band about them, with a blue glow coming from their right eyes. He shook his head in disbelief, unsure if he were truly seeing this, or if he were merely dreaming. The last thing, oddly enough, was the abundance of pockets on these beings clothing. It was though their clothes were designed to hold everything that a rucksack could hold. How odd.

The four beings had since made their way into the cobbled streets of Nouvelle, aiming their weapons, or whatever they carried towards the upper floors of the surrounding buildings. With some sort of divine power, or whatever, these four individuals quickly flew up and away from where they once stood, and towards the palace, some eight blocks away. The man and his dog looked on with awe, watching the four sail away from where they knelt.

People that were begging their day stood still, watching these four figures zoom over head on their grappling hook like devices. People looked up and pointed, children laughing and running along, while parents chased after their own, and chided them for being so foolish. Some people dropped to the knees and bowed before these beings that made their way to the palace before them. Even the guards along the palace walls could not believe what they were seeing.

Some were focused on the object that had landed in the trade district, while others had forgotten that held weapons, looking at these acrobatic beings. The men all looked up in awe as the four soared over the walls, and up onto a third floor balcony of the palace proper. It was then the guards remembered that they were sworn to protect the palace, and their beloved queen. They sprang into action, begging to mobilize themselves, waking up those that slept, and ringing the bells of distress.

High above the walls, in a third floor room, minor nobles slept, exhausted from all the hubbub from the night before. The five shared a room, the two women sharing a bed, with the three men sprawled about on the couches and floor. They all awoke to a resounding thud against their balcony window. This thud was shortly followed by the sound of breaking glass, and then another softer thud. In an alarm, they shouted for their personal guards, the women leaping up in their night clothes to hide behind the soldiers who came running in.

The guards their weapons at the ready. Some had swords, others their halberds. Two officers had revolvers and swords at the ready. The door swung slowly inwards, revealing four curiously dressed beings. They were oddly similar to the Nouvellians, but a light shade of pink, or perhaps a peach color. Odd, was what all the Nouvellians though as one.

The two noble women moved to cover themselves with robes, while the guards moved to slightly spread out, and not be so bunched up. These beings, these newcomers, were certainly not from here. They could be agents of the gods, angels, or perhaps another form of the divine. Still, the guards knew they would have to be ready to defend their unarmed comrades. To their surprise, the being with more effeminate features strode forth, and let her weapon fall to the ground, her moves completely non-threatening. This show of good faith, the guards lowered their weapons as well, but not completely put away.

The Nouvellians listened intently to the being speak. They found her, as they all conclude that this being was a she, had a very odd dialect of the Nouvellian language. Almost similar, but, more… proper, or perhaps lacking some words. Either way, they continued to listen, wanting to hear all she had to say. She spoke fast, with an authoritative tone, but not threatening. Her hands would move as she spoke, gesturing to key points in her dialogue. She finally finished, her words having been sincere and truthful no doubt.

The gathered Nouvellians conversed amongst themselves, speaking in a lower as to hopefully not enlighten these new beings as to what their thoughts were. A few moments would pass, before they all would turn to these beings from the planet Terra. One of the guards stepped forward, having more stripes on his uniform.

“We greet you with respect… distant visitors. We apologize for our… surprise to when you arrived, and your methods of entering our capital, and our palace. It is of no disrespect that we have our weapons drawn. I am Sergeant Caudill, of the Royal Guards 2nd Platoon. Normally, such wishes to see our Queen may be directed to a higher ranking official, but, this is most important, and no doubt she would be honored to speak with you all.” Sgt. Caudill placed his weapons back on his side, before gesturing for the four beings of Terra to follow him and the guards. The guards held their weapons at ease, those with swords sheathing them, while those with their spears and halberds held them up and away.

“We will be escorting you to the throne room. If it pleases you, as it is a matter of great respect for us, could you be so kind as to bow before our Queen? She is a kind and gentle woman, but, it is best to remember that she is a queen, and us, are her subjects. You are our guests, and will be treated with the utmost respect, but, still, this is one thing that we ask…” He smiled, before continuing, “And, our Queen is young, so, don’t be surprised when you see her.” Sgt. Caudill finished, before hurrying off to fetch the Queen.

The beings of Terra were left to stand before a relatively empty throne room. At its center stood a carved white and purple marble throne. Two massive birds were carved into the arms of this throne, while a massive sun was emblazoned in its back, joined by a smaller planet, and then two moons, with Nouvelle in the center beneath the sun. A red-purple cloth decorated the seat of the throne, is stitching visible even from where the beings of Terra stood. A few more minutes would pass before a door would be heard opening up behind the throne, followed by the sound of rushing footsteps.

“All those in attendance, esteemed members of the Planet Terra, I present to you, her grace, the Royal Divine descendants of Lord Tem’plar, Queen and Protector of Nouvelle, Her Majesty, Queen Sabine of the House Rouverte.” Sgt. Caudill called out, bowing deeply after doing so. The queen strode into view, her long flowing hair worn about her shoulders, her clothing simple yet elegant. It was clear she had been awoken within the last few minutes, and hurriedly made her way to the throne room. Her head was adorned by a beautiful red-gold crown with deep purple gems. She smiled to her guests, bowing her head slightly to them, before seating herself upon her throne.

“I am told you needed to speak with me, esteemed guests… I am honored to have you here… I do apologize for my… my people’s reaction to you, and my dishevelment. I must seem like some rag tag person. Please, speak what is on your minds. You will find that my court is open to all who would speak truthfully and honestly.” Sabine smiles brightly at her guests, eagerly awaiting their words on the matter. Her face was young, compared to many about her. Her skin flawless and smooth, with her hair a deep black, with tinges of deep crimson red throughout it. Her eyes shone brightly, and her teeth bright and perfect. One could assume that she was very excited for this moment.

The Skies above Planet Nouvelle

With all the flurry of the happenings going on in the capital, three frontier towns, another object appeared in the heaven above this moon world. Barely visible to the naked eye, it could only be another disciple of the angels and gods. Or something else. Only time would tell.