darkwolf687 said
Hopefully so. Onward to glory!
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WrongEndoftheRainbow said
I'd be willing to do first contact with you, Wilson. Whenever Key gets around to my app.
Nuhh. Wait, I wanted you to be my first contact ;-;
I was just waiting for your app to be accepted before #blush# confessing.
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The last sunrays of the day swept the smoothed surface of Irian Royal palace, enriching its walls whiteness with scarlet colors whilst sinking in the afield sea. That bright day, for the sky had been neat and clear unlike the religious scene of the country, had been particularly full of duties and work to be fastly undone. However, even with the inevitably weighty responsibilities she had to carry on, the queen had during that recurrent event permitted herself the pleasant feeling of warm tea running through her body. In awe, she gazed from her golden prison the darkening cityscape, countered by occasional popping lights.
It was in that occasion that, probably in that very same room, that she got engaged with her future husband. The years had passed, and behind her there was a fair and tidy miniature of that man she had loved. Her son sat uncornfotbly on the couch, playing with his hands awaiting. The queen sensed, as only a mother could, that little hazardous doubts were haunting her son; indeed he would have enquired about something quite... unpleasant, probably.
'Mother, I... obviously came here with something to say to you. To talk, actually, about, er... an... important, i guess, matter.'
The queen smirked. She was right, of course!
The prince, not receiving response thought he had her approval, and continued.
'The thought had me awake for all the night. Why wouldn't I be able to rule alone?' asked.
'Son, you shouldn't be thinking about this. You should be focusing on your studies.'
'At least, mother, tell me why that wouldn't be wise!'
'Kirk...' paused the queen.
'Very well.' started, turning her head 'You should perfectly know how much I value your opinion in these state matters, but unfortunately, this time, I cannot run through a different path. You are to be married to assure our reign the stability everyone hungers for.
'An offspring, capable of ruling, is what our people will demand from you and your wife. Moreover, leaving a single individual on the throne would cause distrust towards the crown. For these reasons, I already foresaw your sisters, though older than you, are not apt to rule in these times. On the other hand leaving you alone on the throne may cause a mayhem so enormously irrecoverable that of our country would be left nothing but spoils for other nations.'
She interrupted herself, taking a swift sip from her cup. Her face looked grave, and obscured by heavy thoughts.
'Mother, I...' Kirk was unable to continue. He lowered his head, red as his hairs for the embarrassment. He had been blinded. He made an obvious mistake. No words indeed could describe an appropriate apology.
'Your eldest sister has no other dream than leading the army: forcing her into the chains of government, binding her free soul to the tough spirits who aspire to annihilate us, but of which at the same time we so desperately cling in search of a glimpse of power, would be a terrible sin. Elhe has already decided her path, for how unfortunately disastrous is going to be. And Velena... her petty and arrogant attitude I permised myself to neglect make her absolutely the last person I would want to image on the throne. She has been already revode from the succession. Not that it struck in any deep way her heart; she probably had already seen it coming.' Those words weren't aimed to the prince. She needed to recall herself why she had taken these decisions, to ascertain once more they were the most preferable ones. The queen moved closer to her only son. Having put an hand under his chin, she softly raised it, then caressing his cheek. She kept a reassuring smile as she spoke.
'This is the reason why I must ask you to find someone you deem able to rule in such times.'
'Wait, mother... you mean...'
'I have complete faith in your ability to judge a character; the decision of whom you're going to accept as fianceè is completely yours.' completed; she walked away from her son, moving to the open window. She crossed her arms, and, like that, stood. Calm, in peace, she observed the cityscape unrolling under her eyes. She looked over the heads of guilty and innocents, of kind souls and wicked spirits, objective, distant and ethereal, like a real leader should be.
'I won't delude you, mother.' asserted the prince, raising as well from his couch.
'Have you ever?' chuckled her, winking at him.
'Your majesty.' interrupted suddenly a butler, by knocking at the door 'your nephew Grawar Hilton of Ivry has arrived and wishes to greet your highness.'
'Ah, yes. Haste and let him enter, I was waiting for him.'
Kirk turned his face from the butler to his mother. 'You were? I-I thought he couldn't come.' said astonished.
'Never doubt what your mother can and cannot do, son.' giggled, stepping further towards the door.
He was speechless, and torn between a mixture of glee and amazement.
As the figure of the butler exited, another one swiftly replaced it. A young man, probably of the same age of the prince, bowed slightly at queen from the entrance.
'Ah, Hilton! Please enter and settle down. It's a pleasure to see you.'
'Pleasure to meet you again as well, m'am.' said, placing his blue coat over a couch.
'Look at you! You've grown in such a fair man. I bet your mother has already one pretendant or two to deal with, I'm not right?' inquired investigating him.
'You speak the truth, m'am. Mother received proposals from all the queendom. Marqueis Valeria and Duke Voldron even made her meet their respective children.' added.
'Really? Never the thought would have crossed my mind, that the Duke would have incited his own son to court you. I heard a great number of fine parties wanted his son's hand but never imagined he would go for such an hazardous political move.'
'Actually, in Frederik's eyes I sensed much more than mere fatherly orders. But all of this was before the start of-'
'I see, you cunning fox. You came to pay visit to your wrinkled old aunt, just to escape your fiancees' formidable chase!' she remarked in a crystalline laugh, ignoring his last words, and nonchalantly took him arm in arm.
'Quite so, aunty, quite so.' sighed, launching a long exhausted stare at his sneering cousin who followed them from behind.
The queen announced the organization of a summit for the pacification of Iria for the successive season, exactly the day next to her son's birthday. She invited formerly the heads of the rebellions to take part both to the gala and to the summit, with which she hopes to settle once and for all the religious position of the government. However, she asked all violent manifestations and drastic actions to cease, stating that to ensure the successful achievement of the goals the population proposes through the voice of the summit, peaceful cooperation for the time being is more than required. For this reason she also advised that any group who would cause any kind of trouble during the intercurrent time would be restrained from participating the summit and opportunely repressed by the military.
Moreover, she answered secretly to each leader's cooperation proposal, by thanking them for their proposal, stating thay she had finally, after much reflexion, decided her side on the topic, and that she was going to formerly announce it during the meeting.
Finally, she sent out invites for her heir's birthday to the Duchy of Argentaurium and to the Vanjanan Empire respective leaders.
It was in that occasion that, probably in that very same room, that she got engaged with her future husband. The years had passed, and behind her there was a fair and tidy miniature of that man she had loved. Her son sat uncornfotbly on the couch, playing with his hands awaiting. The queen sensed, as only a mother could, that little hazardous doubts were haunting her son; indeed he would have enquired about something quite... unpleasant, probably.
'Mother, I... obviously came here with something to say to you. To talk, actually, about, er... an... important, i guess, matter.'
The queen smirked. She was right, of course!
The prince, not receiving response thought he had her approval, and continued.
'The thought had me awake for all the night. Why wouldn't I be able to rule alone?' asked.
'Son, you shouldn't be thinking about this. You should be focusing on your studies.'
'At least, mother, tell me why that wouldn't be wise!'
'Kirk...' paused the queen.
'Very well.' started, turning her head 'You should perfectly know how much I value your opinion in these state matters, but unfortunately, this time, I cannot run through a different path. You are to be married to assure our reign the stability everyone hungers for.
'An offspring, capable of ruling, is what our people will demand from you and your wife. Moreover, leaving a single individual on the throne would cause distrust towards the crown. For these reasons, I already foresaw your sisters, though older than you, are not apt to rule in these times. On the other hand leaving you alone on the throne may cause a mayhem so enormously irrecoverable that of our country would be left nothing but spoils for other nations.'
She interrupted herself, taking a swift sip from her cup. Her face looked grave, and obscured by heavy thoughts.
'Mother, I...' Kirk was unable to continue. He lowered his head, red as his hairs for the embarrassment. He had been blinded. He made an obvious mistake. No words indeed could describe an appropriate apology.
'Your eldest sister has no other dream than leading the army: forcing her into the chains of government, binding her free soul to the tough spirits who aspire to annihilate us, but of which at the same time we so desperately cling in search of a glimpse of power, would be a terrible sin. Elhe has already decided her path, for how unfortunately disastrous is going to be. And Velena... her petty and arrogant attitude I permised myself to neglect make her absolutely the last person I would want to image on the throne. She has been already revode from the succession. Not that it struck in any deep way her heart; she probably had already seen it coming.' Those words weren't aimed to the prince. She needed to recall herself why she had taken these decisions, to ascertain once more they were the most preferable ones. The queen moved closer to her only son. Having put an hand under his chin, she softly raised it, then caressing his cheek. She kept a reassuring smile as she spoke.
'This is the reason why I must ask you to find someone you deem able to rule in such times.'
'Wait, mother... you mean...'
'I have complete faith in your ability to judge a character; the decision of whom you're going to accept as fianceè is completely yours.' completed; she walked away from her son, moving to the open window. She crossed her arms, and, like that, stood. Calm, in peace, she observed the cityscape unrolling under her eyes. She looked over the heads of guilty and innocents, of kind souls and wicked spirits, objective, distant and ethereal, like a real leader should be.
'I won't delude you, mother.' asserted the prince, raising as well from his couch.
'Have you ever?' chuckled her, winking at him.
'Your majesty.' interrupted suddenly a butler, by knocking at the door 'your nephew Grawar Hilton of Ivry has arrived and wishes to greet your highness.'
'Ah, yes. Haste and let him enter, I was waiting for him.'
Kirk turned his face from the butler to his mother. 'You were? I-I thought he couldn't come.' said astonished.
'Never doubt what your mother can and cannot do, son.' giggled, stepping further towards the door.
He was speechless, and torn between a mixture of glee and amazement.
As the figure of the butler exited, another one swiftly replaced it. A young man, probably of the same age of the prince, bowed slightly at queen from the entrance.
'Ah, Hilton! Please enter and settle down. It's a pleasure to see you.'
'Pleasure to meet you again as well, m'am.' said, placing his blue coat over a couch.
'Look at you! You've grown in such a fair man. I bet your mother has already one pretendant or two to deal with, I'm not right?' inquired investigating him.
'You speak the truth, m'am. Mother received proposals from all the queendom. Marqueis Valeria and Duke Voldron even made her meet their respective children.' added.
'Really? Never the thought would have crossed my mind, that the Duke would have incited his own son to court you. I heard a great number of fine parties wanted his son's hand but never imagined he would go for such an hazardous political move.'
'Actually, in Frederik's eyes I sensed much more than mere fatherly orders. But all of this was before the start of-'
'I see, you cunning fox. You came to pay visit to your wrinkled old aunt, just to escape your fiancees' formidable chase!' she remarked in a crystalline laugh, ignoring his last words, and nonchalantly took him arm in arm.
'Quite so, aunty, quite so.' sighed, launching a long exhausted stare at his sneering cousin who followed them from behind.
The queen announced the organization of a summit for the pacification of Iria for the successive season, exactly the day next to her son's birthday. She invited formerly the heads of the rebellions to take part both to the gala and to the summit, with which she hopes to settle once and for all the religious position of the government. However, she asked all violent manifestations and drastic actions to cease, stating that to ensure the successful achievement of the goals the population proposes through the voice of the summit, peaceful cooperation for the time being is more than required. For this reason she also advised that any group who would cause any kind of trouble during the intercurrent time would be restrained from participating the summit and opportunely repressed by the military.
Moreover, she answered secretly to each leader's cooperation proposal, by thanking them for their proposal, stating thay she had finally, after much reflexion, decided her side on the topic, and that she was going to formerly announce it during the meeting.
Finally, she sent out invites for her heir's birthday to the Duchy of Argentaurium and to the Vanjanan Empire respective leaders.
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Post up. I'm infinitely sorry it took me so long to complete it, but I couldn't make it work right ( rewrote the same thing two times 
). But now, at least, I've managed to finish it o.o
). But now, at least, I've managed to finish it o.oWrongEndoftheRainbow said
*App*
Man, those Sheromi are so cute i want to hug them to death
Jaletia; Fifth planetoid orbiting around the omonimous red dwarf; Halflife Pub.
The ghostly howl of the wind intertwined frequently with the deafening clatter inside the bar, and shouts or disembodied voices fought harshly to dominate each other.
However, as a particular tune played on a wide screen that had gone unnoticed till then, all other sounds seemed to cease altogether. Then, the volume of the screen increased, and a nourished crowd drew closer to the counter. Those who had occupied the seats raised their rueful eyes as well, focusing their attention from the half-empty glasses to the Hegemony News Network latest update. All except one, who kept twitching his mandibles from one sip to another.
'-today was held a formal conference, celebrating the anniversary of the end of the so called Sdruth civil war: during the years starting from 7696 to 7699, six thousands of honorable hegemony soldiers distinguished themselves by standing against the rebels of Loralia, fighting over the dry surface of Hillum . A federate delgation has set as tradition asked a chaplet of flowers over the tablet commemorating those who had fallen during the infamous conflict which deflagrated only eleven years ago.
'Moreover, the steward himself seized the opportunity to officially announce the start of negotations in the G.C. for the greatly requested law on citizenship. After few words of complacency over such a great step forward colonial righteous collaboration, he announced the upright possibility of equalization for Fringe and Core rights cards bestowed by each citizenship. However, given the onerous weight for the government, Lorc couldn't ompletely deny an inevitable tax raise...'
'Bullshit, that's what i say; if they had to levy new taxe' they could have just sad it without these goddamned tv chitchats.' shouted someone from behind the pack in a far too drunk sneer. None dared to counter. Tension had been quite high in that period around the colonies of their sector, and both cops and rebels played cats and dogs with each other.
'And in other news,' continued the anchorwoman, grasping a rapid glimpse from her summary 'the duchy of Valla has succumbed to the rebels' highly impredictable military operations. Today the Vallian embassador Khur Lias has publicly announced the decease of the long respected duke Von Strillghard, and the subsequent inhability of the sovereign government to proceed in any repression policy against the rebels without the stamp of the new ruler. After several aid demandations from the duchy's senate, the hegemony has reminded Vallian government its estrangement from civil and local issues, thus its impotence in intervening directly on any kind of treat which wouldn't wholly damage or significaly cripple all nations.'
Some of the crowd holded their breath. Someone in particular was captured by the news, and abandoned the gloomy alchol he held in his hands to join the others in sorrow. Memories of their old nations were still vivid in their eyes, and the image that flashed mercylessly on the screen concurred to make more miserable the colonists of that dry planet.
'Our military reporter Kehella is on the scene; studio confirms me the service is ready to go live. Kehella?'
The anchorwoman swifly closed her jaw and regained her composture. She nonchalantly took the paper back, coughing in order to reclaim the audience's attention, only to dismiss it with few minded words of reassurement. It was not clear if she had intention to calm down her viewers or herself.
As some advertising started being trasmitted ("Rent now the Gutt-2, the best and cheapest interplanetary personal car. Now avaiable in your nearest orbiting station!") the crowd disappeared. However someone was apparently pissed for some reason, and thus hit soundly the counter with his glass to claim a bit of attention. The barmaid moved clumsily, showing a bothered expression on her face.
'What do you want, brat?'
'I have a name as well, and feelings; never forget about shattered feels. I would love you to remember who I am.' spitted.
'Shut up, I'm just f**cking with you. Geez, what-do-you-want, answer. I have a pub to carry on my old shoulders'.
'Try to guess.' giggled Kirie.
Wordlessly, the barmaid hurled a piece of cloth she had in her hand to the counter, turning her back. She returned with a bottle of transparent liquid. Untapping it, she widened her mandibles.
'How socially obnoxious. I just wanted to talk, and forget about this rebellion crap.' sighed, shooking mindlessly his hand.
'You shouldn't talk like this, especially here.' said.
He closed his eyes his eyes. 'Nobody sane of mind would really think an armed rebellion would do something good at all.'
'Nevertheless a scant few still believe it, y'know brat. So shut up at once, and drink.' said the barmaid, mindlessly tilting the bottle.
Kirie inhaled slightly when the glass was refilled. He grasped it and gulped immediately the trasparent liquid.
He shook his head. Man... that thing was surely heavy to take down. Somehow, he had the clairvoyant vision of a pretty bad hangover.
'Will you put this on my personal debt, as well, sweetheart?' uttered, widening his mandibles.
'I do on a daily basis, brat. You have already plenty, don't you think?' snorted the woman.
'You know I'm going to be rich some day.'
She narrowed her eyes. 'I only know we are going to find the weeny announce of your death in some random mass grave some day, soon. And then I will surely not regret having offered you...' she paused, swiftly taking out a pocketbook '... two hundred, no wait' interrupted again, putting diligently a pen on the paper ' two-hundred-and-two drinks out of pure mercy.'
Kirie chuckled, sensing some truth in her sarcasm. He raised his glass to the ceiling, twitching his mandibles. 'To the best barmaid in the system... no, the entire hegemony!'
'You know your glass is empty, brat?' chuckled from behind the counter.
He moved his head, fixing his blank stare to the glass he was holding. 'Of course! I do...'
He put the glass on the wood, wobbling towards the door.
He was thoroughly drunk.
The door closed soundly behind him, shielding once again the pub from the outside world. The news report was again on, and the barmaid called forth back those interested. However, as she took the telecontrol from her pocket, she could hear some police cars fly near her shop. She sighed as the sirens went away, and raised the volume of the screen. That area was becoming dangerous.
'Welcome back, this is the H.N.N. live from our studios on Aeonas, your costant source of news twentyfour hours, five days per week. The current galactic standard time is 19:34, and space weather is stable, with some isolated solar wind turbulence around Koswip.
The anchorman lowered his papers, and looked emptily behind the glass of the camera.
'Has ended few hours ago in Aeonas Geledron Olian's press conference on the newest recoveries in the fields of alien xenolinguistics and archeotechnology. During the four hours speech presented to the vast public of dignitaries and experts in the field, the scientist, philosopher and self-declared genious has publicy announced to cameras a new interesting opportunity for space colonialism. It seems that the Firstborn foresaw the boundaries of simple one-to-one portal connection, thus creating in some portals a specific exchangeable code. Olian itself explained the functionalities of this system, however plainly defining his own theories as 'statements which, although literally true, are nevertheless deceptive'.
The man in the box received a new paper, and after having exchanged few rapid glances with it, turned again its face to the camera.
'And, regarding the Vallian civil war, we have new reports on the fights which are bursting all around the country. It seems that a new heir has been recognized to the duky's starred chamber. Nephew of the deceased Von Strillghard, already officially embeeded with the title of grand-prince of Hil, Kirie Strillghard is now the new duke of Vallia. It seems that he, last of the genealogy, has survived the onslaught of the duke's family by leaving the country just one month before the hostilities began, with his mentor and mother, in the first colonization expedition towards Jaletia. His whereabouts are currently unknown, though the Vallian government has best hopes for this young soon-to-be leader.'
The barmaid couldn't refrain herself from dropping her jaw and mandibles.
The ghostly howl of the wind intertwined frequently with the deafening clatter inside the bar, and shouts or disembodied voices fought harshly to dominate each other.
However, as a particular tune played on a wide screen that had gone unnoticed till then, all other sounds seemed to cease altogether. Then, the volume of the screen increased, and a nourished crowd drew closer to the counter. Those who had occupied the seats raised their rueful eyes as well, focusing their attention from the half-empty glasses to the Hegemony News Network latest update. All except one, who kept twitching his mandibles from one sip to another.
'-today was held a formal conference, celebrating the anniversary of the end of the so called Sdruth civil war: during the years starting from 7696 to 7699, six thousands of honorable hegemony soldiers distinguished themselves by standing against the rebels of Loralia, fighting over the dry surface of Hillum . A federate delgation has set as tradition asked a chaplet of flowers over the tablet commemorating those who had fallen during the infamous conflict which deflagrated only eleven years ago.
'Moreover, the steward himself seized the opportunity to officially announce the start of negotations in the G.C. for the greatly requested law on citizenship. After few words of complacency over such a great step forward colonial righteous collaboration, he announced the upright possibility of equalization for Fringe and Core rights cards bestowed by each citizenship. However, given the onerous weight for the government, Lorc couldn't ompletely deny an inevitable tax raise...'
'Bullshit, that's what i say; if they had to levy new taxe' they could have just sad it without these goddamned tv chitchats.' shouted someone from behind the pack in a far too drunk sneer. None dared to counter. Tension had been quite high in that period around the colonies of their sector, and both cops and rebels played cats and dogs with each other.
'And in other news,' continued the anchorwoman, grasping a rapid glimpse from her summary 'the duchy of Valla has succumbed to the rebels' highly impredictable military operations. Today the Vallian embassador Khur Lias has publicly announced the decease of the long respected duke Von Strillghard, and the subsequent inhability of the sovereign government to proceed in any repression policy against the rebels without the stamp of the new ruler. After several aid demandations from the duchy's senate, the hegemony has reminded Vallian government its estrangement from civil and local issues, thus its impotence in intervening directly on any kind of treat which wouldn't wholly damage or significaly cripple all nations.'
Some of the crowd holded their breath. Someone in particular was captured by the news, and abandoned the gloomy alchol he held in his hands to join the others in sorrow. Memories of their old nations were still vivid in their eyes, and the image that flashed mercylessly on the screen concurred to make more miserable the colonists of that dry planet.
'Our military reporter Kehella is on the scene; studio confirms me the service is ready to go live. Kehella?'
'Thank you, studio. From the footages we are currently trasmitting you can clearly see the state in which the duchy is currently: minutes ago left wing activists going under the name of Valla's childern engaged a dramatic suicidal attack against this Vallian medical facility, right behind me; there. We can count already twelwe injured and six ascertained losses between the local militia. I can assure you that though in this neighborhood the situation is still under control, in other parts of the capital fightings proceed from house to ho*static*- can you hear me, studio? The sign*static* is disturrrr-*static'
The anchorwoman swifly closed her jaw and regained her composture. She nonchalantly took the paper back, coughing in order to reclaim the audience's attention, only to dismiss it with few minded words of reassurement. It was not clear if she had intention to calm down her viewers or herself.
As some advertising started being trasmitted ("Rent now the Gutt-2, the best and cheapest interplanetary personal car. Now avaiable in your nearest orbiting station!") the crowd disappeared. However someone was apparently pissed for some reason, and thus hit soundly the counter with his glass to claim a bit of attention. The barmaid moved clumsily, showing a bothered expression on her face.
'What do you want, brat?'
'I have a name as well, and feelings; never forget about shattered feels. I would love you to remember who I am.' spitted.
'Shut up, I'm just f**cking with you. Geez, what-do-you-want, answer. I have a pub to carry on my old shoulders'.
'Try to guess.' giggled Kirie.
Wordlessly, the barmaid hurled a piece of cloth she had in her hand to the counter, turning her back. She returned with a bottle of transparent liquid. Untapping it, she widened her mandibles.
'How socially obnoxious. I just wanted to talk, and forget about this rebellion crap.' sighed, shooking mindlessly his hand.
'You shouldn't talk like this, especially here.' said.
He closed his eyes his eyes. 'Nobody sane of mind would really think an armed rebellion would do something good at all.'
'Nevertheless a scant few still believe it, y'know brat. So shut up at once, and drink.' said the barmaid, mindlessly tilting the bottle.
Kirie inhaled slightly when the glass was refilled. He grasped it and gulped immediately the trasparent liquid.
He shook his head. Man... that thing was surely heavy to take down. Somehow, he had the clairvoyant vision of a pretty bad hangover.
'Will you put this on my personal debt, as well, sweetheart?' uttered, widening his mandibles.
'I do on a daily basis, brat. You have already plenty, don't you think?' snorted the woman.
'You know I'm going to be rich some day.'
She narrowed her eyes. 'I only know we are going to find the weeny announce of your death in some random mass grave some day, soon. And then I will surely not regret having offered you...' she paused, swiftly taking out a pocketbook '... two hundred, no wait' interrupted again, putting diligently a pen on the paper ' two-hundred-and-two drinks out of pure mercy.'
Kirie chuckled, sensing some truth in her sarcasm. He raised his glass to the ceiling, twitching his mandibles. 'To the best barmaid in the system... no, the entire hegemony!'
'You know your glass is empty, brat?' chuckled from behind the counter.
He moved his head, fixing his blank stare to the glass he was holding. 'Of course! I do...'
He put the glass on the wood, wobbling towards the door.
He was thoroughly drunk.
The door closed soundly behind him, shielding once again the pub from the outside world. The news report was again on, and the barmaid called forth back those interested. However, as she took the telecontrol from her pocket, she could hear some police cars fly near her shop. She sighed as the sirens went away, and raised the volume of the screen. That area was becoming dangerous.
'Welcome back, this is the H.N.N. live from our studios on Aeonas, your costant source of news twentyfour hours, five days per week. The current galactic standard time is 19:34, and space weather is stable, with some isolated solar wind turbulence around Koswip.
The anchorman lowered his papers, and looked emptily behind the glass of the camera.
'Has ended few hours ago in Aeonas Geledron Olian's press conference on the newest recoveries in the fields of alien xenolinguistics and archeotechnology. During the four hours speech presented to the vast public of dignitaries and experts in the field, the scientist, philosopher and self-declared genious has publicy announced to cameras a new interesting opportunity for space colonialism. It seems that the Firstborn foresaw the boundaries of simple one-to-one portal connection, thus creating in some portals a specific exchangeable code. Olian itself explained the functionalities of this system, however plainly defining his own theories as 'statements which, although literally true, are nevertheless deceptive'.
The man in the box received a new paper, and after having exchanged few rapid glances with it, turned again its face to the camera.
'And, regarding the Vallian civil war, we have new reports on the fights which are bursting all around the country. It seems that a new heir has been recognized to the duky's starred chamber. Nephew of the deceased Von Strillghard, already officially embeeded with the title of grand-prince of Hil, Kirie Strillghard is now the new duke of Vallia. It seems that he, last of the genealogy, has survived the onslaught of the duke's family by leaving the country just one month before the hostilities began, with his mentor and mother, in the first colonization expedition towards Jaletia. His whereabouts are currently unknown, though the Vallian government has best hopes for this young soon-to-be leader.'
The barmaid couldn't refrain herself from dropping her jaw and mandibles.
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Iluvatar said
I suggests advancing to the next season gowia. Then people might post. I will reply to Corustaria if/when that happens.
Please don't. I have an important issue to post here and somewhere else. However the last days of school are sucking up all my energies, so please live with it just for few days.
I could easily find the way back to ma' home from there!
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