Abefroeman

From Stardust, To Stardust

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

From Stardust, To Stardust

Hey everyone, space Africa just saying hello, and please come on by, and stop at our wonderful ports and resorts. We are a primitive people, but boy, do we know how to party like its 1899.

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

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From Stardust, To Stardust

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

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

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

Capital City Hollie
Central Trade District leading towards Capital

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

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

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

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

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

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

Planet Nouvelle, Frontier Town of Cherac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Orbit of Nouvelle, Outer Reaches.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nouvelle, Capital City of Hollie
Royal Palace, Throne Room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From Stardust, To Stardust

Hey, don't let your pretty pink panties get in a knot. I couldn't post anything like the rest of you. I just popped my collar, time to rock and roll comrades.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Skies above Planet Nouvelle

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

From Stardust, To Stardust

Planet Nouvelle: Sunset
Hollie, Capital of the Kingdom of Nouvelle

The sun had finally set upon the glittering capital of Nouvelle. Its last beautiful rays flickering and dancing between the buildings and monuments, the trees and towers, gently touching Hollie one last time before retiring for the night. The people celebrated all throughout the streets and squares and plazas. They danced, sang, ate, and drank. Another good year of fortune, of harvest and peace, of children being born and kids becoming adults. It was in the middle of all this revelry that the event occurred.

It was a brilliant display of light in the skies above Nouvelle. A dazzling white exploded forth into reality, into the fabric of space. All eyes turned upwards, towards the sheer glory of such a bright light, brighter than a star, than the Goddess Demecria, as bright as a small sun perhaps. Across the capital the people had stopped, the music, the dancing, all, as they stared upwards in awe. Yet, that was only the begging of this event.

By now, young Queen Sabine stood with her friends and family on the palace balcony, their eyes closely watching the skylight. Soon, this light began to dissipate, but, an object appeared in its place, falling from the heavens to the earth below. The object turned downwards, and began its decent to the world below. The people of the capital were blessed to be at the epicenter of this event. But those within the radial view of this light were looking on in as much awe and growing joy as they watched too.

The object, or, as people began to whisper, a falling angel, sparked brilliant gouts of light from its body, before being fully engulfed in brilliant crimson and orange flames as it further descended to the planet below. Bright and brilliant, it shot across the sky, a low rumble could be heard from the capital and nearby towns, as it passed overhead, and into the region of the Gods. The object would disappear from view as it passed the Fayette mountain range, the border of the explored areas, and the region of the Gods.

Queen Sabine turned to those about her, and spoke what all across her world were thinking. “An angel has come from the heavens… the Gods smile on us all brothers and sisters… let us rejoice in this most historical of moments.”

One hour later…

The Nouvellians were all in quiet contemplation, still talking to one another about what they had seen, about the historical coming of an angel. In the week of the Sun God, Tem’plar, he had sent the people of Nouvelle a sign that he was watching over them, and they would always be amongst his children. It was during these conversations and discussions that the second event occurred.

This time, it was a brilliant blue light the appeared in the skies above Nouvelle. A dazzling, pale blue that radiated with glorious light onto the planet below. Again, the people of Nouvelle fell silent, as they all looked up once again to the heavens. “Another Angel,” many exclaimed, their joy exuding outwards. Some pointed, other held their children aloft to look at this divine light closer. Even the Queen had made her way to the tallest tower of the palace to look upon the skies.

“Such a light… such joyous of times, the gods speak to my people, the speak to me.” She closed her eyes, letting the light bask over her. She opened her eyes once more, smiling as she looked upwards at this angel. “Lord Tem’plar, Lady Demecria, Ladies Merce and Elna, thank you for sending us a token of the Light, of letting your love for us shine brightly, even in the dark of night.” She stood alone, having left her retinue behind. She lowered herself to sit, and stared upwards at the sky, marveling at the angels.

The light flickered and moved, tumbling and moving, lights flicker from the epicenter, as it too fell to the earth below. She watch it closely, not ever wanting this moment to be forgotten. This day, her birthday, was the best she had the privilege to be a part of thus far. “Thank you, all of you, my Gods. I am blessed to rule your children in your name, and in mine. We are forever grateful for all you do for us.” She grew quiet as the object sped across the sky, and it too disappeared into the City of the Gods, a region vast and largely unexplored.

A few minutes later, the frontier of the Nouvellian Kingdom.
The towns of Cherac, Derac, and Terac.

The small towns to the edges of the Fayette Mountains reveled in the sighting of two angels. The people danced around their central bon fires, bright and full of light, casting orange and red glows onto their homes and buildings. Even the soldiers danced, their weapons carefully stacked out of the way. The people were happy, and joyous. The gods had blessed the day of their Queen, and the Holiday of Tem’plar with two angels, with two beacons of light. Never had such a momentous occasion happened before, or, at least that anyone could remember.

The mountains stood many miles away, but in the darkness, an object of an unknown species flew towards these three towns. Each town was rather similar to one another. All were mining towns, each with a small central fort that was meant to protect the people in times of chaos or war. Cherac had a beautiful church in the town proper, while Derac had a dazzling Town Hall standing in the town square, and lastly, Terac, the western most town, had a beautiful monument to the Queen, hewn from spectacular rose marble that was mined from the quarry beside it. What town would be viewed, or if all three, remained to be seen.

The skies above Nouvelle, seven minutes later…

Once again, for the third time in one day, brilliant lights filled the skies above Nouvelle. Its people all looking upwards once again. These lights were far less brilliant than the two previous angels, and yet, they were just as beautiful in their own way. Little tiny lights covered the angels in the sky, their size massive and yet elegant. The people of Nouvelle all looked at one another in a collective share of joy and happiness, and then back to the skies.

Queen Sabine gazed upwards in her aloneness. She had wondered what all this could mean. What the Gods had in store for her people, for the Children of Nouvelle. The new lights were but another token of the gods, another show of love and kindness. The two object twinkled and dazzled in the skies above. Their lights were subdued, softer and more faint, and yet, more soothing in a sense, as though these two angels had decided to look upon the beauty of Nouvelle from afar, to let the creation of the Gods, the works of the people, wash over them, before they decided if they too wish to join their compatriots who had already came to the world below them.

Sabine smiled, and lay back against the doorway, looking at these two far off angels. “Thank you for watching over us… for being there to brighten our nights up, and to protect us from the hungering dark that is always present, trying to destroy the worlds of life and creation, to extinguish the spark of Light. We are so thankful for all you do for us.” She wiped a tear away, turning to head inside, and speak with her people on what all this meant…

From Stardust, To Stardust

If that is the wish of your leaders, then so shall it be. I will react to all IC interactions as the Nouvellians would.

So, think of yourselves as Imperialist Europe, and myself, as Africa, Asia, South America, India, etc. I am at the mercy of the decisions of your races. If the Ethereals decided that planet Nouvelle is of interest to them, then so be it. If the Eternal Union wishes to institute such a coupling with the people of Nouvelle, then that is at your discretion as how to achieve such.

I will give you all some food for thought. The city of the Gods, to the northern pole of my planet, is a rich cultural history of the planet. It in a sense, describes the very beginning of time for the people of Nouvelle. How they got there, who brought them there, why, and so on. Think along the lines of Stargate, or ancient Egypt with the hieroglyphics. The Nouvellians are from Earth, but from a long time past. The were once humans, but, as time progressed, they evolved into a divergent species. The "Gods" who brought them here, are gone, or, at least not known yet. They took these primitive humans from times past, and brought them to far off world to do what they needed. Be it science, slave labor, or perhaps wishing to spread life about the galaxy.
You as the other players, have the opportunity to develop how you see fit to use this. Perhaps you wish to convince the people of Nouvelle you are the Gods. Or, that the Gods have abandoned us, and you are here to uplift us into the knowledge of the future. You decided if the ancient hieroglyphs depict your people, or something different all together. Perhaps you wish to change these glyphs to better suit your needs and ambitions, the choice is yours, and my reaction will be true and honest, based off of whatever comes my way, good or bad.

I am excited. Lord Duck, and all other players, you do not need my permission to go ahead with your plans, simply put forth IC'ly, and we shall see where it leads us.

From Stardust, To Stardust

In all honesty, I am fair game to anyone. Those with good, honest intentions, or those who merely wish to conquer. The choice is theirs to make. One could chose to land a small science party, or land a warship. They could land in the middle of the capital, or, choose to land in the unexplored ruins of The City of the Gods.

I am up for anything. I leave the decisions to you more advanced civilizations as to what shall happen to the Nouvellians.