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Posted comrades. I apologize for the wall of text, but, hey, I like to write.
Planet Nouvelle, Capital City Hollie
Royal Palace, Throne Room, The Meeting
Queen Sabine sat at ease upon her throne, patiently watching each of the parties present speak their individual pieces. She watched each group closely, not necessarily studying them, but rather, trying to understand whom they were as individuals, as singular beings. Sabine looked at their features, their anatomy, and their mannerisms. The Valkians were very methodical, purposeful in the way they spoke, perhaps more detail oriented than the other two groups before her. She listened to what the Lord Tinkerer said intently as he addressed her. To say the least, he was highly intelligent and spoke with a purpose.
She took in all he said, appreciating the time he took to explain his words and the meaning behind them. He was true, in a sense, she supposed. There was an inherent risk in technology being introduced to the people of Nouvelle. Such new and unthought-of inventions could benefit Nouvelle, advancing the now apparent inferior technological level of the Nouvellian people by decades if not centuries, but, on the other hand, it could make the Nouvellians dependent upon another culture for research and development. Technology home grown and developed by the Nouvellians was a great sense of pride, though how could her people hope to compete, let alone survive against a galaxy full of far greater powers. She weighed this heavily in her mind as she continued to listen.
She took no offense when Lord Tinker stated the obvious, her people were far underdeveloped compared to those in attendance. She took this as a technological level, rather than a cultural level. She had decided that she would have to make accommodations to have a permanent building built for the Valkians to operate out of, an embassy of sorts. Their honesty was commendable, and would surely be needed for the times to come. Her guards seemed at ease, which was good, at least to her, as they did not see any threat amongst their guests. She quickly looked back to Lord Tinkerer of the Valkians.
He had finished speaking, having taken his seat once more. She looked at him warmly, part of her saddened by their inability to see the world with their no longer existent eyes. Sabine had taken note that these races seemed to have not fully interacted with one another before this time, barring the Terran and Eternal Union members. This in itself may be seen as something insignificant, but, to Sabine, it spoke volumes of the great galaxy around her home world. The fact that the Valkians had attempted to contact her other guests, and they had thus far chose to ignore that contact was to her seen as a blatant misgiving in protocol. Either way, that was their choice, and she would have to see how they responded before coming to any conclusions.
The Valkians seemed true and genuine. Queen Sabine smiled at the compliment given to her upon how her people had accommodated the Valkians with all due haste that they could muster. She nodded her head to Lord Tinkerer when he had thanked her, quickly responding in kind with “You are welcome Lord Tinkerer, it was our honor to host you here today.” She was happy that they had proposed establishing an agreement or perhaps a treaty first, which would mean it would be easier for her to create friendly relations between the two peoples. It was now time to hear the other speak their cases, and to learn whom they were.
The next group to speak were the members of the Eternal Union. From a fleeting glance, none of the members of the E.U. had any weapons, which Queen Sabine took to her heart kindly. Hopefully, all of the groups were unarmed, but it was nice to see that at an outwards glance her request for no weapons was honored. She leaned forward in her throne as she listened to the diplomat speak to her, introducing himself as Archmage Cavenus. He spoke quickly and politely, favoring brevity in his first conversation with the Queen of Nouvelle. She could not help but look upon them with a sense of unease, or rather, that something was amiss. Sabine could not quite pinpoint it, but either way, she put those thoughts towards the back of her mind.
She wondered who this Immortal Aaliyah was, perhaps one of their gods, or their only god, or their leader. She would ensure that she asked about this later on, when it would be appropriate. Her violet eyes starred at Archmage Cavenus, taking in what he said about his people, the culture of the Eternal Union in a sense. War was always at odds with peace, but, in her people’s case, war was needed to ensure true peace and prosperity for her people those millennia ago. Peace and prosperity, these words were held dear to the people of Nouvelle. Sabine continued listening, finding the next part most interesting.
The war, or conflict between those of the Eternal Union and the Terran had been concluded, which was intriguing since it looked as those from the Terran looked startled by this revelation. She was curious to whom the Archmage was referring to as the tyrants. This would have to be further looked into, when time permitted. Either way, they spoke little of who they were beyond that they are a peaceful and friendly nation, wishing prosperity for those that valued peace. Curious indeed were these beings with wings, Sabine thought, as she smiled at Archmage Cavenus, bowing her head to him, and thanking him for speaking so kindly to her.
When the Eternal Union representative sat down, finishing speaking his piece, the Terrans leader stood up to speak her piece. She was most similar to the Nouvellian people, aside from their few outward physical differences. The woman curtsied before Queen Sabine, while it was a bit tense, it still flowed with a sense of practiced elegance. Her plain white dress added to the overall effect of the Terran woman’s greeting. Queen Sabine was very taken by the greeting, finding such a custom was not only common place upon her world, but on another, at least at one time. She would have to speak with this Terran woman alone when time permitted.
Queen Sabine looked at the woman glance over at the E.U. delegation, seeing her unease, the way her eyes and face betrayed her true emotions running deep within. This was noteworthy, and Sabine looked over to the Eternal Union diplomat, looking at him for a few moment, before redirecting her attention at the Terran woman. She offered a small greeting to her counterparts from the other races, before turning her attention upon Sabine herself. She spoke almost the same dialect as the Nouvellians, though, it lacked some of the flair and uniqueness of the Nouvellians. Sabine wondered if she was able to speak High Nouvellian as well, though, that was for a later discussion.
Praskoviva Lovisa was her name, and she held the rank of Captain with her people. They called themselves the United Terran Federation, which Sabine took as perhaps they were more than one select group of people, or perhaps even more than one planet. Curious, all these new cultures and peoples Sabine thought, as she continued to listen to Praskoviva speak. The woman spoke of her name, and its meaning, which was intriguing in that while perhaps Captain Lovisa’s people may not have put emphasis on the meaning of a name, the Nouvellians did. Famous Warrior, coupled with preparation, a curious combination that no doubt showed itself well, as from Sabine’s eyes, Miss Lovisa knew how to speak with royalty. These Terrans were an interesting group for sure.
Lovisa went on to explain how her people perceived time, the length of a second, which, and hopefully on Captain Lovisa’s accord, Sabine noticed a reddening of her cheeks during this explanation. Their days were twenty four hours long, which Sabine could only assume as the time it took for the sun to rise again for them, or perhaps, for them to fully rotate upon their axis. She leaned forward, her attention raptly upon Lovisa. The people of the Terran, or Earth, could live up to two hundred years old, with their medical technology. Yet, barring anything other than fire and perhaps basic tools, they could only expect to live until their twentieth year, which was woefully sad. Sabine was curious as to why this was, but her attention was quickly brought back to the matter at hand.
The people of Earth, the Terrans, had settled thus far four celestial bodies within their home system, places called Earth, Venus, Europa, and Titan, two of which were moons like Nouvelle was. Each world Praskoviva described was different from the others, each with its own unique way of life and native life forms. The good captain took her time to describe the worlds of which her people came from in order to draw a picture of their culture perhaps. What was noteworthy was the fact that the Terrans had peacefully colonized these worlds, without harming the native life, which Sabine respected greatly. She wondered to herself if one of these probes had ever came to Nouvelle, perhaps crashing into the uncharted regions of the world.
Captain Lovisa went into detail of the events leading to her people’s exploration of space, of how her home world’s inner turmoil led to a new dawn for the Terran people. Companies, a word that Sabine did not particularly relish, were also a thing upon the Terran worlds. These companies perhaps played a role in the global instability that lead to the war upon the Terran world. Sabine sat back, saddened at how an entire region of a world ended up becoming devastated, causing no doubt countless deaths of innocent lives. The nation that instigated this war was dissolved, no more, and replaced with a term simply as District. No doubt to prevent such violence and chaos from happening again.
What was sadder still, was the fact that the differences of a person’s physical appearance caused great unrest in these peoples, dividing their world. Such a trivial thing had never happened upon Nouvelle, as the people all had seen themselves as one ever since the upheaval and defeat of the Militarist factions so many millennia ago. The Terrans must have overcome so much to be where they are today, and these trials and tribulations no doubt made them better for it, Sabine hoped to herself. To oppress another people simply because they look different was so barbaric.
Sabine nodded her head as she listened, intently interested in the Terrans, and Valkians. They had spoken volumes about themselves thus far, showing that they were open enough to show whom they were to other races, other peoples. It was how would you say, a sign of trust and respect even among strangers. Captain Lovisa explained how the war had changed the world she lived on, for what seemed from her depiction for the better. She also added, which Sabine herself could relate to, was how the Terran people were fiercely independent, priding themselves on their freedom, and their desire to stay independent of an outside oppressor.
Sabine watched as the Terran woman spoke to the Eternal Union diplomat, Archmage Cavenus. Captain Lovisa spoke in a saddened tone of sorts, as she lamented on the fact that so many people had to die because of the inability for another culture to see how much the Terrans valued freedom and independence. Sabine looked upon Captain Lovisa with a shared sense of sorrow, knowing that life was such a precious thing. The Terran woman returned to her normal tone, looking back at Queen Sabine.
Sabine smiled at Lovisa when she spoke of how her people enjoyed speaking about themselves, that the Terran’s were an open people, comfortable with answering what would seem any question. The Terrans were an interesting people, with their own unique way of doing things, of living their lives. Captain Lovisa spoke of how they were trained in interacting with new races and cultures. Queen Sabine nodded as she listened, finally letting the Terran finish speaking. Captain Lovisa added in closing, as she turned to address the Eternal Union once more of how she hoped they spoke the truth of the conflict’s resolution, that lying was not honorable, and how the Terran’s were very forgiving people.
Queen Sabine turned to look at the Valkians, noticing that Lord Tinkerer had seemingly become slightly unsettled, or perhaps alarmed by Captain Lovisa’s introduction. It was a small movement, slight, but out of place for what outwardly appeared as a normally controlled being. Lord Tinkerer spoke aloud, at what seemed directed towards both the Terran and Eternal Union representatives. He was curious into the nature of the conflict that had ensued between the Terran and E.U. He spoke tersely towards the two of them, unsettled and disdainful towards those that would dare start a conflict without due reason, especially for the dastardly deed of subjugating another person.
Lord Tinkerer went into further detail about his people, in order to better explain his feelings on the matter. He delved deeply into the history and breakdown of his people, how they had been broken up into three succinct sub-species within the great Valkian people. To a time when they had their eye sight, and their names more closely represented their walks of life. A time when a great war had nearly wiped his people out, forcing them to flee underground, adapting and evolving to their new habitat. He spoke of a Great War, and the counter-offensive that saw his people return to the surface, reclaiming their world, and that of the aggressor. Lord Tinkerer explained how all this history tied into the present, that the Valkians would be a staunch supporter of peace, stability, and life, and for those who would dare tread upon a darker path, the consequences would be most dire.
Lord Tinkerer stared at the Terrans and the Eternal Union diplomats, speaking to them cooling, not out of trying to intimidate them, but rather, stating a matter of fact, that any act of violence, of conflict against a friend, ally, or even perhaps a neutral peaceful people, would be paramount to attacking the Valkian people themselves. War is costly, and lives are precious were what his words spoke to Sabine, as she listened to him speak aloud. Dare to attack us, or those we protect, and you will face our wrath, till you are no more. A war to end all wars in a sense. Sabine sat back in her throne, knowing that the coming times would require her to be most cautious.
The Valkians spoke volumes of their character. They were not here to interfere, nor meddle. They were watchers, mentors of sorts, a big brother or sister. Someone to care for the younger races and help them grow into their own greatness in due time. Lord Tinkerer would no doubt do all he could to protect anyone he saw as an innocent, that war was a final and utterly last resort. In a sense, they were like a police force, or perhaps, a peace keeping like species. Either way, Queen Sabine noted all of what the Valkians said, especially what was to come next.
He started off by saying he was the only one of his group who could understand all that was being said. That in mind, he and his kind had no wish for closer contact with the Eternal Union beings. Lord Tinkerer’s words were like hammer blows to the mind of Sabine, as she listened to what he said. The Eternal Union had done something that could not readily be explained. In the words of the Valkians, the E.U. had somehow manipulated the minds and feelings of those present upon their landing. Sabine brought her hand up to her mouth, aghast and unsettled at such a revelation. She turned to look upon Archmage Cavenus as Lord Tinkerer addressed him directly.
Queen Sabine said nothing, still reeling from what had just been confirmed to her. The Eternal Union had powers beyond that of sword and gun, beyond weaponry and technology. They possessed a power that could not have ever been imagined before. Such tales were mere fantasy, ghost stories and legends. Sabine looked at Archmage Cavenus gravely as Lord Tinkerer spoke his solemn and somber words, thinking of the implications of all that these powers could mean, when the Archmage responded in turn.
Archmage Cavenus almost seemed indignant that he was being accused of doing something wrong, that his powers were harmful or wrongfully used. He explained these powers briefly, perhaps leaving out the greater details for a reason. From what Sabine could glean from his spoken words were that, these telepathic abilities were not harmful, and that it required consent. That there are such abilities to worry about, ones that overpower anyone and anything to bend them to the caster’s will, and that this caster had to be very powerful. Yet, how could that explain how it had affected her people almost so completely, that trained soldiers and guards just stopped what they were doing, and stood there… Queen Sabine shook her head, listening to Cavenus’s final words before formulating her words in order to ask her numerous questions.
Queen Sabine sat in her throne, her mind alight with furious trains of thought. She pondered the situation that she now found herself in. These were three drastically different groups, sharing only in their ability to explore the stars, and to utterly decimate the people of Nouvelle if they were inclined to do so. She looked at each of the leaders present, looking at their faces, their features, trying to make sense of all that was swirling about her. She turned to look at the Eternal Union representative first, Archmage Cavenus and his retinue. Looking at him with a bit of apprehension, she spoke out calmly as she could muster.
“Archmage Cavenus, first, I thank you for your words about your people. Perhaps in time, you will be so kind as to elaborate more upon your Eternal Union. Though, I must address more pressing matters first, if you will allow it. I find it personally reprehensible that anyone could have such a… a gift as yours to… to influence the minds of others. You are gifted with a power that is beyond my ability to describe or comprehend. As such, I humbly request that until we know more about this… ability… this gift of yours that you refrain from using it while you are here upon Nouvelle. It is ultimately your choice in this matter, but, the free will of the Nouvellian people is paramount to me, and, with all due respect Archmage Cavenus, I will have to react accordingly to any transgressions against my people. I want to be able to peacefully and happily interact with your great people, but, please, all I ask is that this power of yours be restrained for now.” Sabine smiled, showing that she meant no harm, nor wish for any conflict with the Eternal Union.
“The other subject I wish to address with you, good Archmage, is the conflict with the Terran. I will honor your request for this matter not to be brought up after my inquiry, but, allow me to ensure that nothing is amiss. You have related to all of us that this conflict has been resolved, and that the ‘Tyrants’ whom committed these acts of war are to be punished justly. Not to sound… how do you say it, skeptical, but, the good Captain Lovisa had no word of the conflict’s resolution. The Terran were caught off guard by this revelation. I feel by their reaction that either they have yet to be told, or that your great people are the ones who have stood down with no formal… ceasefire or recognition, or, and I do not mean to offend you, but, that there is the possibility that you are concealing the truth of the matter. Please, would you be so kind as to at least enlighten me onto this matter. I, as guardian of my people, do not wish for a conflict to ensue in the skies above our peaceful world where the Nouvellians could become collateral casualties. Please, tell me more Archmage Cavenus.” Sabine found herself sitting on the edge of her chair, her words perhaps having come out more concerned and harsh than she truly wanted. She knew that she had to get to the bottom of this matter, because its repercussions and echoes could seriously affect her people if the outcome were… negative.
Queen Sabine bowed her head to Archmage Cavenus, letting him have the floor in order to properly respond in his own time. She watched him closely, not letting her gaze wander to the other to groups. She wanted to make sure all he said was the truth, and that he was not trying to hide anything from her. It was in these moments that it would take the Archmage to explain himself and his people that Queen Sabine would be most vulnerable to any sort of telepathic abilities the Eternal Union members possessed. If they wished to do something unethical, the time was now. Queen Sabine would let the Archmage finish, before addressing the other two groups.
It would have to be noted that, perhaps if such a telepathic power were to be used, it could be very possible that the other two groups may notice it either being “cast” upon whomever it would be directed at, or, they may notice its after effects, if such a power was used. If no attempt was made, if the Eternal Union respect the Queen’s wishes to not use their power, their gift while upon Nouvelle until further notice, then all would continue as usual. Queen Sabine smiled, nodding to Archmage Cavenus after he explained himself, taking what he said to formulate her next questions and responses.
She would turn to look at the Terrans, the people of Earth and their other planets. Sabine looked at Captain Lovisa, smiling at her before addressing her. “Captain Lovisa, of Earth, you and your fellow Terrans sound highly fascinating. We share a great deal in common, from physical traits to cultural beliefs. Your people were among the first to greet us in a sense, your theatrics and uncommon entrance have been talked about much within the palace. You are a unique individual, not only having knowledge of your own people, but, our courtly mannerisms as well. You seem to know so much, and your name in itself is a matter of pride and honor. I can only hope that we will be able to further interact with one another. Allow me to extend the full welcome of my people in a gift of a permanent domicile for your people upon Nouvelle… an embassy for diplomatic relations to be conducted out of. I would also be honored if you would fancy me with a more personal meeting at a later time, if your time permits such a meeting. I have much I wish to ask you, and much I want to learn from you.” Sabine found herself standing now, walking down from the dais that her throne sat upon to stand at the same level as her guests.
“Captain Lovisa, and Archmage Cavenus, if both your people need a neutral ground in order to further mediate a peace accord, I would be honored to host it here. The same goes for anyone that your people may be in conflict with. I wish to help instill a feeling a sanctuary here upon Nouvelle, one that no matter the feud or hatred, how long or short, can come together upon a safe ground where both sides need not fear each other.” Sabine moved to face the Valkians once more, looking at Lord Tinkerer, bowing slightly before him before speaking to him.
“Lord Tinkerer, I grant unto your people the right to fly within our skies, to patrol and provide assistance should it ever be needed. I am honored that you would take it upon yourselves to not only protect your own people, but the people of other worlds as well. I find this sense of duty and character noteworthy, and highly commendable, and thus, you have my people’s thanks, and my own personal thanks as well. I would be honored even further if you would accept a permanent domicile for your people as well upon Nouvelle, an embassy for you and other Valkians to stay at while upon Nouvelle.” Sabine smiled at Lord Tinkerer, allowing him to speak in turn, before moving to sit back upon her throne once more. She looked at the Eternal Union representative once more, speaking to him after she had taken her seat.
“Archmage Cavenus, I too extend an offering of an embassy for your people to stay in while upon Nouvelle. It would be an honor to have you upon our planet as well while you needed to conduct diplomatic interactions with me. I believe that we all can learn much from one another, and that time itself will help our relations with one another grow. I will also take into consideration of perhaps different feelings for one another, and as such, I will take steps to see that each embassy is separated from one another to ensure neutrality, and the feeling of security.” Sabine looked at all her guests, and smiled at them all.
“Now please, ask any questions you may have. Allow me to help better your understanding of my people. If you require any food or drink, please ask, and we shall do our best to bring it to you. Let us make your stay here as comfortable and pleasing as possible. I thank you all for coming here, and for taking the time to speak to me about yourselves, for humoring a Queen of a… less privileged people as yourselves.” She smiled, and left the floor to her honored guests.
Planet Nouvelle, Capital City Hollie
Trade District, Café Dae’leeone
He sat in the patio, sipping his coffee and munching on some pastries. He looked at his watch, checking the time to ensure that he was on schedule. Beside him sat a travel bag, a stiff leather one. He touched it with his right foot, making sure it was still there. Satisfied that all was in order, he went back to his work in front of him. He read through his morning paper, idly passing the time for when he would need to make his way to the canals, and out of the city. Soon, he thought, as he drank some more of his drink. Soon indeed.
Planet Nouvelle, Frontier Regions
City of the Gods, Central Ruins
A power signature grew greatly from the center of the regions ruins. Deep within a long forgotten structure, gears and mechanical components whirred to life, resonating as they went about their assigned task that had been programmed long ago. The skies above the ruins slowly began to cloud, ever so slightly. Whatever was happening, it seemed to have something to do with the weather. For those in the skies above, orbiting the planet, it could be quite possible to notice this change, the massive surge in power that came from within that mountainous region that had been utterly abandoned for centuries, if not millennia.
Royal Palace, Throne Room, The Meeting
Queen Sabine sat at ease upon her throne, patiently watching each of the parties present speak their individual pieces. She watched each group closely, not necessarily studying them, but rather, trying to understand whom they were as individuals, as singular beings. Sabine looked at their features, their anatomy, and their mannerisms. The Valkians were very methodical, purposeful in the way they spoke, perhaps more detail oriented than the other two groups before her. She listened to what the Lord Tinkerer said intently as he addressed her. To say the least, he was highly intelligent and spoke with a purpose.
She took in all he said, appreciating the time he took to explain his words and the meaning behind them. He was true, in a sense, she supposed. There was an inherent risk in technology being introduced to the people of Nouvelle. Such new and unthought-of inventions could benefit Nouvelle, advancing the now apparent inferior technological level of the Nouvellian people by decades if not centuries, but, on the other hand, it could make the Nouvellians dependent upon another culture for research and development. Technology home grown and developed by the Nouvellians was a great sense of pride, though how could her people hope to compete, let alone survive against a galaxy full of far greater powers. She weighed this heavily in her mind as she continued to listen.
She took no offense when Lord Tinker stated the obvious, her people were far underdeveloped compared to those in attendance. She took this as a technological level, rather than a cultural level. She had decided that she would have to make accommodations to have a permanent building built for the Valkians to operate out of, an embassy of sorts. Their honesty was commendable, and would surely be needed for the times to come. Her guards seemed at ease, which was good, at least to her, as they did not see any threat amongst their guests. She quickly looked back to Lord Tinkerer of the Valkians.
He had finished speaking, having taken his seat once more. She looked at him warmly, part of her saddened by their inability to see the world with their no longer existent eyes. Sabine had taken note that these races seemed to have not fully interacted with one another before this time, barring the Terran and Eternal Union members. This in itself may be seen as something insignificant, but, to Sabine, it spoke volumes of the great galaxy around her home world. The fact that the Valkians had attempted to contact her other guests, and they had thus far chose to ignore that contact was to her seen as a blatant misgiving in protocol. Either way, that was their choice, and she would have to see how they responded before coming to any conclusions.
The Valkians seemed true and genuine. Queen Sabine smiled at the compliment given to her upon how her people had accommodated the Valkians with all due haste that they could muster. She nodded her head to Lord Tinkerer when he had thanked her, quickly responding in kind with “You are welcome Lord Tinkerer, it was our honor to host you here today.” She was happy that they had proposed establishing an agreement or perhaps a treaty first, which would mean it would be easier for her to create friendly relations between the two peoples. It was now time to hear the other speak their cases, and to learn whom they were.
The next group to speak were the members of the Eternal Union. From a fleeting glance, none of the members of the E.U. had any weapons, which Queen Sabine took to her heart kindly. Hopefully, all of the groups were unarmed, but it was nice to see that at an outwards glance her request for no weapons was honored. She leaned forward in her throne as she listened to the diplomat speak to her, introducing himself as Archmage Cavenus. He spoke quickly and politely, favoring brevity in his first conversation with the Queen of Nouvelle. She could not help but look upon them with a sense of unease, or rather, that something was amiss. Sabine could not quite pinpoint it, but either way, she put those thoughts towards the back of her mind.
She wondered who this Immortal Aaliyah was, perhaps one of their gods, or their only god, or their leader. She would ensure that she asked about this later on, when it would be appropriate. Her violet eyes starred at Archmage Cavenus, taking in what he said about his people, the culture of the Eternal Union in a sense. War was always at odds with peace, but, in her people’s case, war was needed to ensure true peace and prosperity for her people those millennia ago. Peace and prosperity, these words were held dear to the people of Nouvelle. Sabine continued listening, finding the next part most interesting.
The war, or conflict between those of the Eternal Union and the Terran had been concluded, which was intriguing since it looked as those from the Terran looked startled by this revelation. She was curious to whom the Archmage was referring to as the tyrants. This would have to be further looked into, when time permitted. Either way, they spoke little of who they were beyond that they are a peaceful and friendly nation, wishing prosperity for those that valued peace. Curious indeed were these beings with wings, Sabine thought, as she smiled at Archmage Cavenus, bowing her head to him, and thanking him for speaking so kindly to her.
When the Eternal Union representative sat down, finishing speaking his piece, the Terrans leader stood up to speak her piece. She was most similar to the Nouvellian people, aside from their few outward physical differences. The woman curtsied before Queen Sabine, while it was a bit tense, it still flowed with a sense of practiced elegance. Her plain white dress added to the overall effect of the Terran woman’s greeting. Queen Sabine was very taken by the greeting, finding such a custom was not only common place upon her world, but on another, at least at one time. She would have to speak with this Terran woman alone when time permitted.
Queen Sabine looked at the woman glance over at the E.U. delegation, seeing her unease, the way her eyes and face betrayed her true emotions running deep within. This was noteworthy, and Sabine looked over to the Eternal Union diplomat, looking at him for a few moment, before redirecting her attention at the Terran woman. She offered a small greeting to her counterparts from the other races, before turning her attention upon Sabine herself. She spoke almost the same dialect as the Nouvellians, though, it lacked some of the flair and uniqueness of the Nouvellians. Sabine wondered if she was able to speak High Nouvellian as well, though, that was for a later discussion.
Praskoviva Lovisa was her name, and she held the rank of Captain with her people. They called themselves the United Terran Federation, which Sabine took as perhaps they were more than one select group of people, or perhaps even more than one planet. Curious, all these new cultures and peoples Sabine thought, as she continued to listen to Praskoviva speak. The woman spoke of her name, and its meaning, which was intriguing in that while perhaps Captain Lovisa’s people may not have put emphasis on the meaning of a name, the Nouvellians did. Famous Warrior, coupled with preparation, a curious combination that no doubt showed itself well, as from Sabine’s eyes, Miss Lovisa knew how to speak with royalty. These Terrans were an interesting group for sure.
Lovisa went on to explain how her people perceived time, the length of a second, which, and hopefully on Captain Lovisa’s accord, Sabine noticed a reddening of her cheeks during this explanation. Their days were twenty four hours long, which Sabine could only assume as the time it took for the sun to rise again for them, or perhaps, for them to fully rotate upon their axis. She leaned forward, her attention raptly upon Lovisa. The people of the Terran, or Earth, could live up to two hundred years old, with their medical technology. Yet, barring anything other than fire and perhaps basic tools, they could only expect to live until their twentieth year, which was woefully sad. Sabine was curious as to why this was, but her attention was quickly brought back to the matter at hand.
The people of Earth, the Terrans, had settled thus far four celestial bodies within their home system, places called Earth, Venus, Europa, and Titan, two of which were moons like Nouvelle was. Each world Praskoviva described was different from the others, each with its own unique way of life and native life forms. The good captain took her time to describe the worlds of which her people came from in order to draw a picture of their culture perhaps. What was noteworthy was the fact that the Terrans had peacefully colonized these worlds, without harming the native life, which Sabine respected greatly. She wondered to herself if one of these probes had ever came to Nouvelle, perhaps crashing into the uncharted regions of the world.
Captain Lovisa went into detail of the events leading to her people’s exploration of space, of how her home world’s inner turmoil led to a new dawn for the Terran people. Companies, a word that Sabine did not particularly relish, were also a thing upon the Terran worlds. These companies perhaps played a role in the global instability that lead to the war upon the Terran world. Sabine sat back, saddened at how an entire region of a world ended up becoming devastated, causing no doubt countless deaths of innocent lives. The nation that instigated this war was dissolved, no more, and replaced with a term simply as District. No doubt to prevent such violence and chaos from happening again.
What was sadder still, was the fact that the differences of a person’s physical appearance caused great unrest in these peoples, dividing their world. Such a trivial thing had never happened upon Nouvelle, as the people all had seen themselves as one ever since the upheaval and defeat of the Militarist factions so many millennia ago. The Terrans must have overcome so much to be where they are today, and these trials and tribulations no doubt made them better for it, Sabine hoped to herself. To oppress another people simply because they look different was so barbaric.
Sabine nodded her head as she listened, intently interested in the Terrans, and Valkians. They had spoken volumes about themselves thus far, showing that they were open enough to show whom they were to other races, other peoples. It was how would you say, a sign of trust and respect even among strangers. Captain Lovisa explained how the war had changed the world she lived on, for what seemed from her depiction for the better. She also added, which Sabine herself could relate to, was how the Terran people were fiercely independent, priding themselves on their freedom, and their desire to stay independent of an outside oppressor.
Sabine watched as the Terran woman spoke to the Eternal Union diplomat, Archmage Cavenus. Captain Lovisa spoke in a saddened tone of sorts, as she lamented on the fact that so many people had to die because of the inability for another culture to see how much the Terrans valued freedom and independence. Sabine looked upon Captain Lovisa with a shared sense of sorrow, knowing that life was such a precious thing. The Terran woman returned to her normal tone, looking back at Queen Sabine.
Sabine smiled at Lovisa when she spoke of how her people enjoyed speaking about themselves, that the Terran’s were an open people, comfortable with answering what would seem any question. The Terrans were an interesting people, with their own unique way of doing things, of living their lives. Captain Lovisa spoke of how they were trained in interacting with new races and cultures. Queen Sabine nodded as she listened, finally letting the Terran finish speaking. Captain Lovisa added in closing, as she turned to address the Eternal Union once more of how she hoped they spoke the truth of the conflict’s resolution, that lying was not honorable, and how the Terran’s were very forgiving people.
Queen Sabine turned to look at the Valkians, noticing that Lord Tinkerer had seemingly become slightly unsettled, or perhaps alarmed by Captain Lovisa’s introduction. It was a small movement, slight, but out of place for what outwardly appeared as a normally controlled being. Lord Tinkerer spoke aloud, at what seemed directed towards both the Terran and Eternal Union representatives. He was curious into the nature of the conflict that had ensued between the Terran and E.U. He spoke tersely towards the two of them, unsettled and disdainful towards those that would dare start a conflict without due reason, especially for the dastardly deed of subjugating another person.
Lord Tinkerer went into further detail about his people, in order to better explain his feelings on the matter. He delved deeply into the history and breakdown of his people, how they had been broken up into three succinct sub-species within the great Valkian people. To a time when they had their eye sight, and their names more closely represented their walks of life. A time when a great war had nearly wiped his people out, forcing them to flee underground, adapting and evolving to their new habitat. He spoke of a Great War, and the counter-offensive that saw his people return to the surface, reclaiming their world, and that of the aggressor. Lord Tinkerer explained how all this history tied into the present, that the Valkians would be a staunch supporter of peace, stability, and life, and for those who would dare tread upon a darker path, the consequences would be most dire.
Lord Tinkerer stared at the Terrans and the Eternal Union diplomats, speaking to them cooling, not out of trying to intimidate them, but rather, stating a matter of fact, that any act of violence, of conflict against a friend, ally, or even perhaps a neutral peaceful people, would be paramount to attacking the Valkian people themselves. War is costly, and lives are precious were what his words spoke to Sabine, as she listened to him speak aloud. Dare to attack us, or those we protect, and you will face our wrath, till you are no more. A war to end all wars in a sense. Sabine sat back in her throne, knowing that the coming times would require her to be most cautious.
The Valkians spoke volumes of their character. They were not here to interfere, nor meddle. They were watchers, mentors of sorts, a big brother or sister. Someone to care for the younger races and help them grow into their own greatness in due time. Lord Tinkerer would no doubt do all he could to protect anyone he saw as an innocent, that war was a final and utterly last resort. In a sense, they were like a police force, or perhaps, a peace keeping like species. Either way, Queen Sabine noted all of what the Valkians said, especially what was to come next.
He started off by saying he was the only one of his group who could understand all that was being said. That in mind, he and his kind had no wish for closer contact with the Eternal Union beings. Lord Tinkerer’s words were like hammer blows to the mind of Sabine, as she listened to what he said. The Eternal Union had done something that could not readily be explained. In the words of the Valkians, the E.U. had somehow manipulated the minds and feelings of those present upon their landing. Sabine brought her hand up to her mouth, aghast and unsettled at such a revelation. She turned to look upon Archmage Cavenus as Lord Tinkerer addressed him directly.
Queen Sabine said nothing, still reeling from what had just been confirmed to her. The Eternal Union had powers beyond that of sword and gun, beyond weaponry and technology. They possessed a power that could not have ever been imagined before. Such tales were mere fantasy, ghost stories and legends. Sabine looked at Archmage Cavenus gravely as Lord Tinkerer spoke his solemn and somber words, thinking of the implications of all that these powers could mean, when the Archmage responded in turn.
Archmage Cavenus almost seemed indignant that he was being accused of doing something wrong, that his powers were harmful or wrongfully used. He explained these powers briefly, perhaps leaving out the greater details for a reason. From what Sabine could glean from his spoken words were that, these telepathic abilities were not harmful, and that it required consent. That there are such abilities to worry about, ones that overpower anyone and anything to bend them to the caster’s will, and that this caster had to be very powerful. Yet, how could that explain how it had affected her people almost so completely, that trained soldiers and guards just stopped what they were doing, and stood there… Queen Sabine shook her head, listening to Cavenus’s final words before formulating her words in order to ask her numerous questions.
Queen Sabine sat in her throne, her mind alight with furious trains of thought. She pondered the situation that she now found herself in. These were three drastically different groups, sharing only in their ability to explore the stars, and to utterly decimate the people of Nouvelle if they were inclined to do so. She looked at each of the leaders present, looking at their faces, their features, trying to make sense of all that was swirling about her. She turned to look at the Eternal Union representative first, Archmage Cavenus and his retinue. Looking at him with a bit of apprehension, she spoke out calmly as she could muster.
“Archmage Cavenus, first, I thank you for your words about your people. Perhaps in time, you will be so kind as to elaborate more upon your Eternal Union. Though, I must address more pressing matters first, if you will allow it. I find it personally reprehensible that anyone could have such a… a gift as yours to… to influence the minds of others. You are gifted with a power that is beyond my ability to describe or comprehend. As such, I humbly request that until we know more about this… ability… this gift of yours that you refrain from using it while you are here upon Nouvelle. It is ultimately your choice in this matter, but, the free will of the Nouvellian people is paramount to me, and, with all due respect Archmage Cavenus, I will have to react accordingly to any transgressions against my people. I want to be able to peacefully and happily interact with your great people, but, please, all I ask is that this power of yours be restrained for now.” Sabine smiled, showing that she meant no harm, nor wish for any conflict with the Eternal Union.
“The other subject I wish to address with you, good Archmage, is the conflict with the Terran. I will honor your request for this matter not to be brought up after my inquiry, but, allow me to ensure that nothing is amiss. You have related to all of us that this conflict has been resolved, and that the ‘Tyrants’ whom committed these acts of war are to be punished justly. Not to sound… how do you say it, skeptical, but, the good Captain Lovisa had no word of the conflict’s resolution. The Terran were caught off guard by this revelation. I feel by their reaction that either they have yet to be told, or that your great people are the ones who have stood down with no formal… ceasefire or recognition, or, and I do not mean to offend you, but, that there is the possibility that you are concealing the truth of the matter. Please, would you be so kind as to at least enlighten me onto this matter. I, as guardian of my people, do not wish for a conflict to ensue in the skies above our peaceful world where the Nouvellians could become collateral casualties. Please, tell me more Archmage Cavenus.” Sabine found herself sitting on the edge of her chair, her words perhaps having come out more concerned and harsh than she truly wanted. She knew that she had to get to the bottom of this matter, because its repercussions and echoes could seriously affect her people if the outcome were… negative.
Queen Sabine bowed her head to Archmage Cavenus, letting him have the floor in order to properly respond in his own time. She watched him closely, not letting her gaze wander to the other to groups. She wanted to make sure all he said was the truth, and that he was not trying to hide anything from her. It was in these moments that it would take the Archmage to explain himself and his people that Queen Sabine would be most vulnerable to any sort of telepathic abilities the Eternal Union members possessed. If they wished to do something unethical, the time was now. Queen Sabine would let the Archmage finish, before addressing the other two groups.
It would have to be noted that, perhaps if such a telepathic power were to be used, it could be very possible that the other two groups may notice it either being “cast” upon whomever it would be directed at, or, they may notice its after effects, if such a power was used. If no attempt was made, if the Eternal Union respect the Queen’s wishes to not use their power, their gift while upon Nouvelle until further notice, then all would continue as usual. Queen Sabine smiled, nodding to Archmage Cavenus after he explained himself, taking what he said to formulate her next questions and responses.
She would turn to look at the Terrans, the people of Earth and their other planets. Sabine looked at Captain Lovisa, smiling at her before addressing her. “Captain Lovisa, of Earth, you and your fellow Terrans sound highly fascinating. We share a great deal in common, from physical traits to cultural beliefs. Your people were among the first to greet us in a sense, your theatrics and uncommon entrance have been talked about much within the palace. You are a unique individual, not only having knowledge of your own people, but, our courtly mannerisms as well. You seem to know so much, and your name in itself is a matter of pride and honor. I can only hope that we will be able to further interact with one another. Allow me to extend the full welcome of my people in a gift of a permanent domicile for your people upon Nouvelle… an embassy for diplomatic relations to be conducted out of. I would also be honored if you would fancy me with a more personal meeting at a later time, if your time permits such a meeting. I have much I wish to ask you, and much I want to learn from you.” Sabine found herself standing now, walking down from the dais that her throne sat upon to stand at the same level as her guests.
“Captain Lovisa, and Archmage Cavenus, if both your people need a neutral ground in order to further mediate a peace accord, I would be honored to host it here. The same goes for anyone that your people may be in conflict with. I wish to help instill a feeling a sanctuary here upon Nouvelle, one that no matter the feud or hatred, how long or short, can come together upon a safe ground where both sides need not fear each other.” Sabine moved to face the Valkians once more, looking at Lord Tinkerer, bowing slightly before him before speaking to him.
“Lord Tinkerer, I grant unto your people the right to fly within our skies, to patrol and provide assistance should it ever be needed. I am honored that you would take it upon yourselves to not only protect your own people, but the people of other worlds as well. I find this sense of duty and character noteworthy, and highly commendable, and thus, you have my people’s thanks, and my own personal thanks as well. I would be honored even further if you would accept a permanent domicile for your people as well upon Nouvelle, an embassy for you and other Valkians to stay at while upon Nouvelle.” Sabine smiled at Lord Tinkerer, allowing him to speak in turn, before moving to sit back upon her throne once more. She looked at the Eternal Union representative once more, speaking to him after she had taken her seat.
“Archmage Cavenus, I too extend an offering of an embassy for your people to stay in while upon Nouvelle. It would be an honor to have you upon our planet as well while you needed to conduct diplomatic interactions with me. I believe that we all can learn much from one another, and that time itself will help our relations with one another grow. I will also take into consideration of perhaps different feelings for one another, and as such, I will take steps to see that each embassy is separated from one another to ensure neutrality, and the feeling of security.” Sabine looked at all her guests, and smiled at them all.
“Now please, ask any questions you may have. Allow me to help better your understanding of my people. If you require any food or drink, please ask, and we shall do our best to bring it to you. Let us make your stay here as comfortable and pleasing as possible. I thank you all for coming here, and for taking the time to speak to me about yourselves, for humoring a Queen of a… less privileged people as yourselves.” She smiled, and left the floor to her honored guests.
Planet Nouvelle, Capital City Hollie
Trade District, Café Dae’leeone
He sat in the patio, sipping his coffee and munching on some pastries. He looked at his watch, checking the time to ensure that he was on schedule. Beside him sat a travel bag, a stiff leather one. He touched it with his right foot, making sure it was still there. Satisfied that all was in order, he went back to his work in front of him. He read through his morning paper, idly passing the time for when he would need to make his way to the canals, and out of the city. Soon, he thought, as he drank some more of his drink. Soon indeed.
Planet Nouvelle, Frontier Regions
City of the Gods, Central Ruins
A power signature grew greatly from the center of the regions ruins. Deep within a long forgotten structure, gears and mechanical components whirred to life, resonating as they went about their assigned task that had been programmed long ago. The skies above the ruins slowly began to cloud, ever so slightly. Whatever was happening, it seemed to have something to do with the weather. For those in the skies above, orbiting the planet, it could be quite possible to notice this change, the massive surge in power that came from within that mountainous region that had been utterly abandoned for centuries, if not millennia.
Ok, so to keep all my honored guests in the loop. I have finished writing my little summation and reactions of Queen Sabine, to include the two recent responses from the E.U, and and the Valkians. I must sleep, as work starts early tomorrow. I will begin formulating and writing the rest of my response tomorrow. For this, I apologize, but, I want to truly gift you all with the inner workings of a Nouvellian mind, of my Queen, of how your actions not only affect me, and the people of Nouvelle, but you as well. So, I beg of you, be patient, and you shall receive my work with all due haste. Thanks.
Alright, copy and pasted your responses to a doc, will hopefully have an awesome response formulated at the end of this 12 hour shift of work. Yey work!
Where dids everyone goes? I leave for work, and come home to a great silence. Like an empty home.
And wallah!!!!! POSTED!!!!!
Planet Nouvelle, Capital City Hollie
Royal Palace District, Royal Palace Midday
Queen Sabine strode across her antechamber to a small table, taking this time she did have to sit down and enjoy a meal that had been brought to her. She looked over various documents and scrolls, matters of state that would all have to wait, due to the rapidly developing situation that had unfolded in the early morning hours of today, and in the hours of the night before. She ate some sort of sandwich, chewing slowly as she thought of how best to proceed. A few advisors were in the room, but they were busy making preparations or going over their own work. Sabine thought of all the possibilities that could come from this meeting to come, and yet, she was apprehensive, for until today, all she had to worry about were the problems of her people on this world.
Having finished her meal, and calling for a steward to take it away, there came a knock at the door. It was strong, yet urgent, as though whomever was making it was in a hurry. One of her guards opened the door, to reveal a dispatch rider from the capital’s telegraph office. He was breathing heavily, and his uniform was askew, suggesting that after having ridden hard, he had ran to here as well. He looked at the Queen, bowing deeply before her, awaiting to be acknowledged.
“Come in, sit, please. You must have something very important to tell no doubt, for you to have ridden to the palace yourself. Steward, get him some water, and a towel, so he may relax, and tell me what he needs to tell.” Queen Sabine said in a friendly tone, smiling at the man, before ushering him in to take a seat at the table she had been eating at. Together they both sat down, letting the dispatch rider collect himself before he spoke.
“Your Grace… I… I am sorry for being so out of sorts, I sorely apologize, but this could not wait your Majesty. The telegraph lines are being overhauled within the city today, so, my commander sent me right away. He knew that you must be made aware of this.” The dispatch rider took a deep breath, before continuing. “It came from the frontier, one of your mining outposts at the edge of the mountains that separate the City of the Gods from the rest of Nouvelle. A town by the name of Cherac, Your Grace, another group of “Angels”, I mean, another object set down in the City of the Gods, and metal clad beings came and visited the town. They… they made contact with the local garrison and townsfolk, and the commander… a Captain Reynald, left with these new beings. He left to speak with their leader.” The young dispatch rider took a breath, pausing to let himself breathe, and to let the information soak in.
“He sent orders to have you notified with all due haste. His Lieutenant is in command, and awaits your orders. He said that these metal beings have ships that can travel faster than anything he has ever seen. He believes that these beings could come to the capital, if they knew where it was. Your Grace, there is another group of beings upon Nouvelle, and they landed in the City of the Gods.” The dispatch rider finished, taking another deep breathe before waiting for the Queen to respond.
Sabine sighed, and stood up and away from the table. Her hands rested upon her hips as she slowly soaked in all the information she had just heard. Her face scrunched up in deep thought, before the tension in her face released. Her form turned away from the dispatch rider to a map upon the wall. Her right hand would move upwards to lie pointing to the farthest reaches of her kingdom. Cherac was over four thousand miles away, many days away, even by train, let alone the few air ships that her kingdom possessed. Her hand drifted farther still to a relatively unmapped region of the moon planet, the City of the Gods. A large northern region that had remained pretty much unexplored for all recorded history, a massive and for all intents and purposes, completely abandoned and uninhabited.
“Corporal, ride back to your post with all due haste. You will have much to relay, and we have little time in order to get my commands out. Whomever these new comers are, we cannot wait for them any longer less we offend our current guests. These new beings, be they Angels, or something else, will no doubt be coming to us. If they are anything like these other honored guests, then they will be able to get to us before we can get to them.” Sabine paused, moving over to the table the dispatch rider sat at, looking at him, before continuing.
“Mobilize the 1st Aero Squadron, and send them out to Cherac. Alert your commander to send out telegraphs to all frontier units, have them on alert status. Mobilize reserve units to alert status. Have the Northern Fleet put out to sea, and sail full steam towards the City of the Gods. They are to set anchor at the Mouth of Temp’lar, and be ready to support any of our settlements and the 1st Aero Squadron.” She moved over to the map again, looking at it closely, her hand tracing over its features, pondering what she wanted to say next.
A flurry of thoughts and questions flew about within her mind. Doubts and fears, hopes and dreams. She tried to think what would be best for her people, what would be best for Nouvelle itself. Her eyes looked to an old shield that hung upon the wall, the crest of a long dead knight upon it. She shook her head, trying to belay her fears, and turned back to the dispatch rider. “Send out word to all garrisons to be on the ready. Tell them to stay calm, and collected, and to not let fear nor hysteria overtake them, or the people they are protecting.” She sighed, a collective resignation that being Queen was more strenuous with each passing moment.
“That is all… ride Corporal, and make sure you get some rest when all this is done. Temp’lar be with you.” With that, the young man stood up, bowing deeply to the Queen, before about facing and hurrying out the door and to his awaiting mount outside. Sabine turned away from the door, consulting her advisors on the matter that was at hand. The Queen and her collection of studied minds and seasoned statesmen collaborated over what could be done, and what should be done. Their discussion lasted a few minutes, before they decided on how best to proceed.
Shortly thereafter orders were issued. A fourth table was to be set up, left ready for if and when these new beings might arrive. Runners were to be sent to the three parties already here within the palace proper, alerting them to an imminent meeting, and that a fourth group of beings had made contact with Nouvelle, but were far away in the distant frontier. The Queen also stressed that she would be meeting the diplomats, or rather, these beings whom wished to speak with her, unarmed, with only two guardsmen, who would also be unarmed, and humbly requests that they do the same.
Royal Palace, Quarters of the Teran
The humans had only to wait the time it took to cook their food, and for it to be delivered before it was at their door. The food arrived on a cart being pushed by two servants. They smiled, having politely knocked on the door to the room occupied by the Terrans before entering with the food selections that had been ordered. The men quickly and elegantly moved the dishes from the cart to a dining table, uncovering them to be revealed to their perspective owners. Each dish now sat before those that sat, and for those that may had been still standing, it became rather clear, these dishes were very, very similar to human cultural foods from 19th century France.
The servants bowed, and left as quickly as they had arrived. The food that they had brought left little to no doubt in the minds of the Terrans, some sort of kindred connection lay between the Nouvellians, and the people of Terran. This reason was no doubt of some contention, and could only be found out from the source itself. And yet, what if the source did not know, or, was no longer there? Either way, it added a sense of awed mystery to the relations between the Nouvellians, and the Terrans; how were they interrelated, where did they come from, how they got there, and so on. Perhaps the Queen may know, but, such questions would have to be asked first before any true answers.
The food itself was but a piece of a greater puzzle, one that would have to wait, as a new knock came at the door. It was Sgt. Caudill, standing patiently at the threshold to the Terran’s room. He bowed slightly to them, before speaking to them about what the Queen had asked of her guests. “Her Majesty, Queen Sabine, would be most honored if you would join her within the hour. Our preparations have been completed, and we shall be asking all those that have come to speak with our beloved Queen to come forth so that she may treat with them. It is our Queen’s most heartfelt request that you respect her wishes to come unarmed, as she will meet with you and the others without weapon nor with armed guards. She leaves the choice ultimately with you, honored visitors.” He stood awkwardly, thinking of how to relate what the Queen wanted him to say next.
“On the matter of your conflict with those of the Eternal Union; Such conflict is deeply saddening, and while we wish you and those of the Union a peaceful accord, such conflict is not recognized here. Nouvelle is a neutral planet, in a broader place. We do not mind having you here, as we wish to learn what all these great people’s have to offer, but, we ask that you treat each other with as much respect as you can muster, and keep hostilities from spilling over onto our planet. It is your right to petition our Queen, but for now, until she hears from you, and those of the Eternal Union, no conflict is recognized here.” Sgt. Caudill smiled, truly appearing amicable and sincere. He bowed deeply to the Terrans, and awaited their responses before he would escort the Terrans once they were ready to the throne room to meet with the Queen.
Royal Palace, Quarters of the Eternal Union
It would have been roughly an hour of waiting before a knock came upon the door of the rooms the Eternal Union representatives were assigned. The rooms were connected to a central common room, furnished with quality handmade furniture, hopefully that was comfortable for the Eternal Union members to relax upon as they waited. Some fruit was sitting upon a table in the middle of the room, perhaps even having been eating if they had grown hungry. As the door would be opened, two palace guards stood before the Eternal Union members, bowing before them in respect, before addressing the honored guests.
“Honored members of the Eternal Union, we humbly apologize for any inconvenience this wait may have cause, and we ask for your forgiveness. The Queen is ready to treat with you, and our other honored guests. But, before we escort you, guests of the Eternal Union, our Queen wishes for us to convey a message from her, to you.” The other guard, who had not spoken yet, pulled out a scroll, and began to read it aloud.
“Honored members of the Eternal Union, it is a great honor to be hosting you in my people’s momentous meeting with the greater galaxy. I truly hope that we can learn greatly from one another, and that peace can grow forth from this meeting. It has come to my notice that your people, and those of the Terran, are at conflict with one another. While this is deeply regrettable, we ask that your conflict with the Terran does not spill out over onto our planet. We humbly request that for the time being, we are seen as a neutral ground, where both parties may meet peacefully without causing harm to one another, and to the peoples of Nouvelle.” The man finished, bowing gracefully to the Eternal Union representatives, before turning and leaving.
His counterpart smiled genuinely, allowing the Eternal Union members to respond, if they so choose to, before speaking what he still needed to. He spoke in politely, with his tone of respect and of awe. “Honored guest, my Queen has asked me to relay unto you that she will be meeting with you, and our other guests unarmed. Her guards will be unarmed as well. It is her wish that you will do her the same honor in meeting her unarmed, as a sign of faith that we’ve all come here on this day to meet peacefully, and to bring forth an era of understanding and progress. The choice is ultimately yours, whether or not you shall disarm, this is a choice that only each guest can make. Now, if there is nothing else, please, follow me to the throne room, where my Queen shall be awaiting our arrival.”
The guard would wait for any response from the Eternal Union representatives, doing his best to answer their questions if they had any, before leading them when they were ready to the throne room, where Queen Sabine would be waiting for them, and her other guests.
Royal Palace, Quarters of the Valkians
A solid knock came at the door to the rooms that the Valkians were residing within. A decent amount of time had passed since they were shown to these rooms, so, aside from a steward asking if they wanted any food, no other outside contact had been made. Upon the door being opened, if it were, stood three guardsmen, all of whom bowed before the Valkians once the door had been opened. The senior ranking guard spoke to the guests, his rank signified by him having more stripes than the other two. He removed his helmet before speaking to the Valkians.
“Honored Valkian representatives, allow me to apologize for the wait you had to endure in order for you to meet our Queen. We humbly apologize, and respectfully ask for your forgiveness for this. Such time was needed to prepare our people, and the Queen, in order to treat with some many new guests, all of whom are from different respective governments. The members of the Eternal Union, and the Terran are already on their way to meet with the Queen. We are here to pass on a few words from our Queen, before escorting you to the throne room to get the delegations underway.” The guard smiled, bowing his head, before continuing.
“My Queen asks a simple request of you, though it is ultimately your choice whether or not to abide by it. Her Majesty, Queen Sabine, will be meeting all of you, our honored guests, unarmed, and her guards will be unarmed as well. This is done in good faith that all those that have made contact with the Nouvellian people came in the hopes of peace and prosperity, for the betterment of all peoples. This request has been presented to all our honored guests, and they will ultimately make that choice for themselves as well.” The guard finished, awaiting any responses from the Valkians, before he would add in some more information.
“It has been brought to our attention that there is a supposed conflict between the Terrans, and the Eternal Union. While we cannot confirm this, as you can see we are a planet bound people, we ask that this planet of ours be seen as a neutral ground, where no conflict is recognized. We do not know what is going on in the greater galaxy, and as such, perhaps it is best that this planet of ours is seen as a peaceful place where anyone may come and be free of conflict. We will be seating you in-between the two, just to ensure that they are kept separate incase they are truly at war. We hope that this is not an inconvenience.” The guard finally finished, smiling respectfully, and allowing for the Valkians to respond in kind.
After the Valkians responded, if they did indeed do so, the guard would bow before them, asking, “Honored guests, if you would, please follow me to the throne room so that we may bring you before our Queen, and thus begin your meeting with her. Please, right this way.” He would move further out into the hall, beckoning the Valkians to follow him and his fellow guards toward the throne room. The guards all bowed slightly before their guests, before together, the group would depart for the throne room, and Queen Sabine.
PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns,
The City of the Gods, Northern Frontier
Captain Reynald was awed by the utter size of the ship the Sazkarjhians possessed. It literally dwarfed all of the ships the Nouvellians possessed, let alone could build. Their technology far surpassed his own, and what was more, was the fact that they were a far more war emphasized race than the Nouvellians. Reynald was highly impressed, even jealous of the power and might possessed by the Sarzakians. Each bit of their technology was fascinating, from the guns, to their tools. He could not help but marvel and think of how such technology could benefit the people of Nouvelle, and perhaps even bring them up into the stars above.
Captain Reynald looked about him, and one thing became very apparent, these beings could easily conquer the Nouvellians, and relations would need to be kept cordial at all costs. He politely followed the High Marshal, asking a few questions at times when his curiosity got the best of him. After the impromptu tour, he was lead to the ship’s bridge. It too was a marvel of technology, and security. It was clearly designed to be sealed off in the event of a security breach, or combat situations. He could not help but muse to himself that it would take forever for his men, even with their largest guns, to breach into this command center.
As the High Marshall stopped, Captain Reynald stopped moving as well. After she curtsied to him, he bowed deeply before her, and then rendered a salute. He listened intently to what the High Marshall had to say, thinking carefully before responding to her. He was genuine and sincere, taking care with what he chose to say to the High Marshal. “High Marshal, you have shown me such a great honor by allowing me to come aboard your magnificent ship, to show me what your people have to their name, what you and your kind have built with your two hands. I would be honored to help you meet with my Queen, so that our two great peoples could better meet with one another, and that many things can be learned.” He pauses, as though he is pondering how to best address the next part of the High Marshal’s query, or rather, highly suggestive question.
“As to your fine and no doubt honorable crew, I myself can only give them permission to freely move about the town of Cherac, which I am assigned to. Their ability to further move freely about Nouvelle will be up to her Majesty, Queen Sabine. She is a honorable and just ruler, which I have no doubt will do her best to accommodate you and your men, but, I cannot speak for her. I do not wish to overstep my position of authority and power. I hope that this does not offend you High Marshal.” Upon finishing speaking, Reynald bowed deeply before the High Marshal, waiting for her response if she had one, before moving forward to help explain where the planet’s capital was.
If the High Marshal allowed Captain Reynald to somewhat use their technology, he could quickly point it out, as long as a skilled operator controlled whatever mapping device the Sazkarjhians possessed. If not, he would do his best to describe the lay of the land, and how a rail line cut through the very wilderness could easily be used to followed back to the Capital. Either way, Captain Reynald would paint a picture of where and how far the Capital of Nouvelle was.
The Royal Palace of Hollie, Throne Room
Queen Sabine sat upon her throne, one guard on either side of her. She smiled at each delegation as they entered the massive room. Before them would sit a table, specifically designated for each party, with the fourth being left empty, for the possible fourth party to come, if they so chose to, and if and when they did make it here. The Queen stood up as all her honored guests had entered the room, their escorts directing them to their assigned seating, before they would bow, and exit. Sabine curtsied before her guests, welcoming them warmly to her home, her palace, and her planet.
“Honored guests, it is such a great honor to finally meet with all of you. You have no doubt come from far away, from your own homes, to be here as we stand and talk. Whether or not this was intentional is no longer a concern, as it seems this meeting with the broader galaxy was destined for my people, and for Nouvelle. You all find yourselves in my home, the capital of Nouvelle, the crown jewel of Hollie. I meet you unarmed and with an open heart, in the hopes that through our discussions today, much will be accomplished. The Nouvellians are but a planet bound people, but you have done unto us great honor be revealing yourselves to us. If you are “Angels”, disciples of the gods, or something else, then, only time and our words shall reveal that. Please, sit, relax, and let us talk amongst ourselves, as friends, as civilized people, and enlighten not only myself and the people of Nouvelle, but perhaps even yourselves. I am honored to have you here today. Thank you.” With that, Sabine bowed before her guest, before sitting down upon her throne, dismissing all but her two honor guards, and the honored guests before her.
Queen Sabine smiled friendly at them all, pleased to have such an honor as to be the leader of her people, to be the one who would have the responsibility and duty to see her people into the next era, and treat with these beings from planets far off. She awaited their responses, curious to learn as to whom they each were, and where they had come from, and so on. The floor was theirs, and she, their attentive audience.
Royal Palace District, Royal Palace Midday
Queen Sabine strode across her antechamber to a small table, taking this time she did have to sit down and enjoy a meal that had been brought to her. She looked over various documents and scrolls, matters of state that would all have to wait, due to the rapidly developing situation that had unfolded in the early morning hours of today, and in the hours of the night before. She ate some sort of sandwich, chewing slowly as she thought of how best to proceed. A few advisors were in the room, but they were busy making preparations or going over their own work. Sabine thought of all the possibilities that could come from this meeting to come, and yet, she was apprehensive, for until today, all she had to worry about were the problems of her people on this world.
Having finished her meal, and calling for a steward to take it away, there came a knock at the door. It was strong, yet urgent, as though whomever was making it was in a hurry. One of her guards opened the door, to reveal a dispatch rider from the capital’s telegraph office. He was breathing heavily, and his uniform was askew, suggesting that after having ridden hard, he had ran to here as well. He looked at the Queen, bowing deeply before her, awaiting to be acknowledged.
“Come in, sit, please. You must have something very important to tell no doubt, for you to have ridden to the palace yourself. Steward, get him some water, and a towel, so he may relax, and tell me what he needs to tell.” Queen Sabine said in a friendly tone, smiling at the man, before ushering him in to take a seat at the table she had been eating at. Together they both sat down, letting the dispatch rider collect himself before he spoke.
“Your Grace… I… I am sorry for being so out of sorts, I sorely apologize, but this could not wait your Majesty. The telegraph lines are being overhauled within the city today, so, my commander sent me right away. He knew that you must be made aware of this.” The dispatch rider took a deep breath, before continuing. “It came from the frontier, one of your mining outposts at the edge of the mountains that separate the City of the Gods from the rest of Nouvelle. A town by the name of Cherac, Your Grace, another group of “Angels”, I mean, another object set down in the City of the Gods, and metal clad beings came and visited the town. They… they made contact with the local garrison and townsfolk, and the commander… a Captain Reynald, left with these new beings. He left to speak with their leader.” The young dispatch rider took a breath, pausing to let himself breathe, and to let the information soak in.
“He sent orders to have you notified with all due haste. His Lieutenant is in command, and awaits your orders. He said that these metal beings have ships that can travel faster than anything he has ever seen. He believes that these beings could come to the capital, if they knew where it was. Your Grace, there is another group of beings upon Nouvelle, and they landed in the City of the Gods.” The dispatch rider finished, taking another deep breathe before waiting for the Queen to respond.
Sabine sighed, and stood up and away from the table. Her hands rested upon her hips as she slowly soaked in all the information she had just heard. Her face scrunched up in deep thought, before the tension in her face released. Her form turned away from the dispatch rider to a map upon the wall. Her right hand would move upwards to lie pointing to the farthest reaches of her kingdom. Cherac was over four thousand miles away, many days away, even by train, let alone the few air ships that her kingdom possessed. Her hand drifted farther still to a relatively unmapped region of the moon planet, the City of the Gods. A large northern region that had remained pretty much unexplored for all recorded history, a massive and for all intents and purposes, completely abandoned and uninhabited.
“Corporal, ride back to your post with all due haste. You will have much to relay, and we have little time in order to get my commands out. Whomever these new comers are, we cannot wait for them any longer less we offend our current guests. These new beings, be they Angels, or something else, will no doubt be coming to us. If they are anything like these other honored guests, then they will be able to get to us before we can get to them.” Sabine paused, moving over to the table the dispatch rider sat at, looking at him, before continuing.
“Mobilize the 1st Aero Squadron, and send them out to Cherac. Alert your commander to send out telegraphs to all frontier units, have them on alert status. Mobilize reserve units to alert status. Have the Northern Fleet put out to sea, and sail full steam towards the City of the Gods. They are to set anchor at the Mouth of Temp’lar, and be ready to support any of our settlements and the 1st Aero Squadron.” She moved over to the map again, looking at it closely, her hand tracing over its features, pondering what she wanted to say next.
A flurry of thoughts and questions flew about within her mind. Doubts and fears, hopes and dreams. She tried to think what would be best for her people, what would be best for Nouvelle itself. Her eyes looked to an old shield that hung upon the wall, the crest of a long dead knight upon it. She shook her head, trying to belay her fears, and turned back to the dispatch rider. “Send out word to all garrisons to be on the ready. Tell them to stay calm, and collected, and to not let fear nor hysteria overtake them, or the people they are protecting.” She sighed, a collective resignation that being Queen was more strenuous with each passing moment.
“That is all… ride Corporal, and make sure you get some rest when all this is done. Temp’lar be with you.” With that, the young man stood up, bowing deeply to the Queen, before about facing and hurrying out the door and to his awaiting mount outside. Sabine turned away from the door, consulting her advisors on the matter that was at hand. The Queen and her collection of studied minds and seasoned statesmen collaborated over what could be done, and what should be done. Their discussion lasted a few minutes, before they decided on how best to proceed.
Shortly thereafter orders were issued. A fourth table was to be set up, left ready for if and when these new beings might arrive. Runners were to be sent to the three parties already here within the palace proper, alerting them to an imminent meeting, and that a fourth group of beings had made contact with Nouvelle, but were far away in the distant frontier. The Queen also stressed that she would be meeting the diplomats, or rather, these beings whom wished to speak with her, unarmed, with only two guardsmen, who would also be unarmed, and humbly requests that they do the same.
Royal Palace, Quarters of the Teran
The humans had only to wait the time it took to cook their food, and for it to be delivered before it was at their door. The food arrived on a cart being pushed by two servants. They smiled, having politely knocked on the door to the room occupied by the Terrans before entering with the food selections that had been ordered. The men quickly and elegantly moved the dishes from the cart to a dining table, uncovering them to be revealed to their perspective owners. Each dish now sat before those that sat, and for those that may had been still standing, it became rather clear, these dishes were very, very similar to human cultural foods from 19th century France.
The servants bowed, and left as quickly as they had arrived. The food that they had brought left little to no doubt in the minds of the Terrans, some sort of kindred connection lay between the Nouvellians, and the people of Terran. This reason was no doubt of some contention, and could only be found out from the source itself. And yet, what if the source did not know, or, was no longer there? Either way, it added a sense of awed mystery to the relations between the Nouvellians, and the Terrans; how were they interrelated, where did they come from, how they got there, and so on. Perhaps the Queen may know, but, such questions would have to be asked first before any true answers.
The food itself was but a piece of a greater puzzle, one that would have to wait, as a new knock came at the door. It was Sgt. Caudill, standing patiently at the threshold to the Terran’s room. He bowed slightly to them, before speaking to them about what the Queen had asked of her guests. “Her Majesty, Queen Sabine, would be most honored if you would join her within the hour. Our preparations have been completed, and we shall be asking all those that have come to speak with our beloved Queen to come forth so that she may treat with them. It is our Queen’s most heartfelt request that you respect her wishes to come unarmed, as she will meet with you and the others without weapon nor with armed guards. She leaves the choice ultimately with you, honored visitors.” He stood awkwardly, thinking of how to relate what the Queen wanted him to say next.
“On the matter of your conflict with those of the Eternal Union; Such conflict is deeply saddening, and while we wish you and those of the Union a peaceful accord, such conflict is not recognized here. Nouvelle is a neutral planet, in a broader place. We do not mind having you here, as we wish to learn what all these great people’s have to offer, but, we ask that you treat each other with as much respect as you can muster, and keep hostilities from spilling over onto our planet. It is your right to petition our Queen, but for now, until she hears from you, and those of the Eternal Union, no conflict is recognized here.” Sgt. Caudill smiled, truly appearing amicable and sincere. He bowed deeply to the Terrans, and awaited their responses before he would escort the Terrans once they were ready to the throne room to meet with the Queen.
Royal Palace, Quarters of the Eternal Union
It would have been roughly an hour of waiting before a knock came upon the door of the rooms the Eternal Union representatives were assigned. The rooms were connected to a central common room, furnished with quality handmade furniture, hopefully that was comfortable for the Eternal Union members to relax upon as they waited. Some fruit was sitting upon a table in the middle of the room, perhaps even having been eating if they had grown hungry. As the door would be opened, two palace guards stood before the Eternal Union members, bowing before them in respect, before addressing the honored guests.
“Honored members of the Eternal Union, we humbly apologize for any inconvenience this wait may have cause, and we ask for your forgiveness. The Queen is ready to treat with you, and our other honored guests. But, before we escort you, guests of the Eternal Union, our Queen wishes for us to convey a message from her, to you.” The other guard, who had not spoken yet, pulled out a scroll, and began to read it aloud.
“Honored members of the Eternal Union, it is a great honor to be hosting you in my people’s momentous meeting with the greater galaxy. I truly hope that we can learn greatly from one another, and that peace can grow forth from this meeting. It has come to my notice that your people, and those of the Terran, are at conflict with one another. While this is deeply regrettable, we ask that your conflict with the Terran does not spill out over onto our planet. We humbly request that for the time being, we are seen as a neutral ground, where both parties may meet peacefully without causing harm to one another, and to the peoples of Nouvelle.” The man finished, bowing gracefully to the Eternal Union representatives, before turning and leaving.
His counterpart smiled genuinely, allowing the Eternal Union members to respond, if they so choose to, before speaking what he still needed to. He spoke in politely, with his tone of respect and of awe. “Honored guest, my Queen has asked me to relay unto you that she will be meeting with you, and our other guests unarmed. Her guards will be unarmed as well. It is her wish that you will do her the same honor in meeting her unarmed, as a sign of faith that we’ve all come here on this day to meet peacefully, and to bring forth an era of understanding and progress. The choice is ultimately yours, whether or not you shall disarm, this is a choice that only each guest can make. Now, if there is nothing else, please, follow me to the throne room, where my Queen shall be awaiting our arrival.”
The guard would wait for any response from the Eternal Union representatives, doing his best to answer their questions if they had any, before leading them when they were ready to the throne room, where Queen Sabine would be waiting for them, and her other guests.
Royal Palace, Quarters of the Valkians
A solid knock came at the door to the rooms that the Valkians were residing within. A decent amount of time had passed since they were shown to these rooms, so, aside from a steward asking if they wanted any food, no other outside contact had been made. Upon the door being opened, if it were, stood three guardsmen, all of whom bowed before the Valkians once the door had been opened. The senior ranking guard spoke to the guests, his rank signified by him having more stripes than the other two. He removed his helmet before speaking to the Valkians.
“Honored Valkian representatives, allow me to apologize for the wait you had to endure in order for you to meet our Queen. We humbly apologize, and respectfully ask for your forgiveness for this. Such time was needed to prepare our people, and the Queen, in order to treat with some many new guests, all of whom are from different respective governments. The members of the Eternal Union, and the Terran are already on their way to meet with the Queen. We are here to pass on a few words from our Queen, before escorting you to the throne room to get the delegations underway.” The guard smiled, bowing his head, before continuing.
“My Queen asks a simple request of you, though it is ultimately your choice whether or not to abide by it. Her Majesty, Queen Sabine, will be meeting all of you, our honored guests, unarmed, and her guards will be unarmed as well. This is done in good faith that all those that have made contact with the Nouvellian people came in the hopes of peace and prosperity, for the betterment of all peoples. This request has been presented to all our honored guests, and they will ultimately make that choice for themselves as well.” The guard finished, awaiting any responses from the Valkians, before he would add in some more information.
“It has been brought to our attention that there is a supposed conflict between the Terrans, and the Eternal Union. While we cannot confirm this, as you can see we are a planet bound people, we ask that this planet of ours be seen as a neutral ground, where no conflict is recognized. We do not know what is going on in the greater galaxy, and as such, perhaps it is best that this planet of ours is seen as a peaceful place where anyone may come and be free of conflict. We will be seating you in-between the two, just to ensure that they are kept separate incase they are truly at war. We hope that this is not an inconvenience.” The guard finally finished, smiling respectfully, and allowing for the Valkians to respond in kind.
After the Valkians responded, if they did indeed do so, the guard would bow before them, asking, “Honored guests, if you would, please follow me to the throne room so that we may bring you before our Queen, and thus begin your meeting with her. Please, right this way.” He would move further out into the hall, beckoning the Valkians to follow him and his fellow guards toward the throne room. The guards all bowed slightly before their guests, before together, the group would depart for the throne room, and Queen Sabine.
PNSS Might of a Thousand Suns,
The City of the Gods, Northern Frontier
Captain Reynald was awed by the utter size of the ship the Sazkarjhians possessed. It literally dwarfed all of the ships the Nouvellians possessed, let alone could build. Their technology far surpassed his own, and what was more, was the fact that they were a far more war emphasized race than the Nouvellians. Reynald was highly impressed, even jealous of the power and might possessed by the Sarzakians. Each bit of their technology was fascinating, from the guns, to their tools. He could not help but marvel and think of how such technology could benefit the people of Nouvelle, and perhaps even bring them up into the stars above.
Captain Reynald looked about him, and one thing became very apparent, these beings could easily conquer the Nouvellians, and relations would need to be kept cordial at all costs. He politely followed the High Marshal, asking a few questions at times when his curiosity got the best of him. After the impromptu tour, he was lead to the ship’s bridge. It too was a marvel of technology, and security. It was clearly designed to be sealed off in the event of a security breach, or combat situations. He could not help but muse to himself that it would take forever for his men, even with their largest guns, to breach into this command center.
As the High Marshall stopped, Captain Reynald stopped moving as well. After she curtsied to him, he bowed deeply before her, and then rendered a salute. He listened intently to what the High Marshall had to say, thinking carefully before responding to her. He was genuine and sincere, taking care with what he chose to say to the High Marshal. “High Marshal, you have shown me such a great honor by allowing me to come aboard your magnificent ship, to show me what your people have to their name, what you and your kind have built with your two hands. I would be honored to help you meet with my Queen, so that our two great peoples could better meet with one another, and that many things can be learned.” He pauses, as though he is pondering how to best address the next part of the High Marshal’s query, or rather, highly suggestive question.
“As to your fine and no doubt honorable crew, I myself can only give them permission to freely move about the town of Cherac, which I am assigned to. Their ability to further move freely about Nouvelle will be up to her Majesty, Queen Sabine. She is a honorable and just ruler, which I have no doubt will do her best to accommodate you and your men, but, I cannot speak for her. I do not wish to overstep my position of authority and power. I hope that this does not offend you High Marshal.” Upon finishing speaking, Reynald bowed deeply before the High Marshal, waiting for her response if she had one, before moving forward to help explain where the planet’s capital was.
If the High Marshal allowed Captain Reynald to somewhat use their technology, he could quickly point it out, as long as a skilled operator controlled whatever mapping device the Sazkarjhians possessed. If not, he would do his best to describe the lay of the land, and how a rail line cut through the very wilderness could easily be used to followed back to the Capital. Either way, Captain Reynald would paint a picture of where and how far the Capital of Nouvelle was.
The Royal Palace of Hollie, Throne Room
Queen Sabine sat upon her throne, one guard on either side of her. She smiled at each delegation as they entered the massive room. Before them would sit a table, specifically designated for each party, with the fourth being left empty, for the possible fourth party to come, if they so chose to, and if and when they did make it here. The Queen stood up as all her honored guests had entered the room, their escorts directing them to their assigned seating, before they would bow, and exit. Sabine curtsied before her guests, welcoming them warmly to her home, her palace, and her planet.
“Honored guests, it is such a great honor to finally meet with all of you. You have no doubt come from far away, from your own homes, to be here as we stand and talk. Whether or not this was intentional is no longer a concern, as it seems this meeting with the broader galaxy was destined for my people, and for Nouvelle. You all find yourselves in my home, the capital of Nouvelle, the crown jewel of Hollie. I meet you unarmed and with an open heart, in the hopes that through our discussions today, much will be accomplished. The Nouvellians are but a planet bound people, but you have done unto us great honor be revealing yourselves to us. If you are “Angels”, disciples of the gods, or something else, then, only time and our words shall reveal that. Please, sit, relax, and let us talk amongst ourselves, as friends, as civilized people, and enlighten not only myself and the people of Nouvelle, but perhaps even yourselves. I am honored to have you here today. Thank you.” With that, Sabine bowed before her guest, before sitting down upon her throne, dismissing all but her two honor guards, and the honored guests before her.
Queen Sabine smiled friendly at them all, pleased to have such an honor as to be the leader of her people, to be the one who would have the responsibility and duty to see her people into the next era, and treat with these beings from planets far off. She awaited their responses, curious to learn as to whom they each were, and where they had come from, and so on. The floor was theirs, and she, their attentive audience.
Finishing up my post. Have about 85 to 90 percent written. Just adding in my finishing touches. It will be geared to all affiliated parties upon Nouvelle at this time. It will also be bring all of us to be meeting with Queen Sabine, baring the Lizard Folks, though, preparations were made just in case you decide to come to the party. I look forward to our further interactions.
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