romuluz
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| 06 May 2013 11:14 PM |
Redone prologue to look more prologuey, the old prologue and chapter one will bassically be combined into one chapter,(Chapter1) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3221 GST. Nafaria, capitol city Ven'Ziel. One year before the invasion of Riforia and the Auchyut event.
The streets of Ven'Ziel city were anything but quiet, the streets were lit bright, red and white lights shone through the windows of the buildings that lined the streets. The streets themselves were crowded, and Nafarians were all crowded around one specific building at the end of the street. This big, grand building had collums lining it's front wall, and it was easily the tallest building for miles. The collums themselves were clear, immaculately clear and were constantly cleaned, they were filled with rouguetonium, a valuable element mined on Nafaria that had an infinite ammount of uses. It powered everything from lights to military equipment for Nafaria. Large Nafarian warships surrounded the building, indicating that a council meeting was under way.
Through the crowds of Nafarians, one figure stood out. She walked through the crowd, ignoring their shouts with a hood hung over her head, obscuring her face. Bits of jet black hair stuck out from underneath the hood, and lay on top of her bright red armor. She stuck out much like a human would in this crowd, her bright red armor contrasting with the usually dull red and grey clothing of the Nafarian populace around her. Her armor itself glowed in certain spots as well, indicating that it was on and functioning.
She walked briskly, eyes forward, resting solely on the grand building before her, she was late, and the meeting had already started, not that she was ever officially included in these meetings herself. She bumped right into a stander-bye as she rushed through the ever thickening crowd, he turned in shock and was about to yell, until he noticed the insignia branded on her armor, which demanded high respect from anyone who knew what it meant.
"HEY-" He began to yell, she turned her head and stopped for a moment as if daring him to go on. His eyes quickly fell on the insignia, and he quickly sputtered apologies.
"Sorry ma'am, it was my bad, surely" He managed out as he stepped away from her. She nodded arrogantly, and continued her brisk walk, now pushing through the crowd, no one daring to complain. She quickly reached the front steps leading to the palace, her head down, hood still obscuring her face. Two armored Nafarian soldiers barred her way, large guns dropped to block her path.
"Halt" One of them said, "An important High Council meeting is being held and all regular military access is being denied.... unless of course you are a council member."
"would you really deny access to me of all people?" She replied raising her head, and removing the hood, revealing a narrow face with sharp red eyes, and a viscous smile, dark circles lined the underside of her eyes, indicating a lack of sleep the night before.
The soldier began to stutter, now seeing her face, he began to fumble with his weapon. "No ma'am of-of course not, any daughter of Kenzmon is alow-allowed in here, especially you, Krypka Ras'Vael" He desperately urged his partner to raise his weapon, which he reluctantly did.
Krypka smirked and laughed arrogantly as she walked up the steps, she turned around slightly, and looked into the crowd before her. "war! war! war!" They chanted, almost in unison. She then continued her brisk walk into the large palace doors before her. Inside the palace itself, laid a grand entrance hall, currently heavily guarded with rows of honor guards on either side of the walls, which stretched high above her and the honor guard up into a vaulted ceiling, a thin sliver of red light shone through the top, most likely powered by rougutonium as well. She looked to her sides, warily as she walked down the aisle, as she hated being watched. She quickly made her way to the end of the great hall, and to a elevator which lay at the end of the hall. A holopad jumped up to waste height as she approached, glowing red as it powered on. She quickly typed a few codes into the pad and the door subsequently opened in front of her. The small box that resembled the elevator was lined with rouguetonium, lighting the box and giving a flowing effect to the lights. Krypka stepped inside quickly as the door shut behind her, another holopad flickered to life at the left side of the box. Krypka quickly tapped a few codes which would lead to the fifth floor, the council chambers. She took a deep breath and pulled a stack of papers out from beneath the creases in her armor. The elevator soon jolted to a halt at it's destination.
Krypka stepped out into the vast room that was the council chambers, the room was much brighter than the dull confines of the elevator and she winced slightly so that her eyes would adjust. Trails of rouguetonium went up the walls, and up collumns that surrounded the room in a circular motion. There was a high podium up in front of her which held the Emperor himself and the other high Marshals that made up the Nafarian military, they all sat in a small semicircle. They all looked quite young but this was not the case, as Nafarians caried near immortality, and they almost never die of natural circumstances, and instead, throw their lives away in battle. Krypka currently stood on an upraised viewer's podium with some seventy other lower ranking and Low Council Nafarians, they all watched in wonder as the high council of the nation debated.
"Nay! A war with another human power at this stage would be disastrous, the IU is already prepped for war, and we are not prepared for a fight against the bulk of humanity and their allies!" A voice boomed, belonging to a well dressed high rank that sat close to Emperor Ven'Ziel himself.
"That was many years ago, Tartarus, those who stood against us in the IU then would be old now, and their children will have taken over, they are not Nafarian, they grow old faster than we do." Stated an obviously lower ranked Nafarian who sat towards the end of the gathering.
Krypka sunk into the shadows in a corner of the room, her arms crossed, and the papers in one hand. She watched these proceedings go often as a child, and knew never to interrupt the council while in mid-debate.
"Yes, but their children may have inherited their hate, and may decide to strike it out on us, we still carry many scars from the failed IU invasion those years ago, and are not at the strength we were in the age of greater peace!" Tartarus snapped back.
Krypka quickly eyed her father who stood right next to Ven'Ziel, he was his right hand man, alongside Tartarus, and she knew he would quickly enter the dispute. She was proven correct as he stepped forward, his deep voice booming in the big council chamber.
"Tartarus, you forget that they lost this invasion, and failed to breach our outer rim, besides the task force that slipped through into Nafaria itself for a good two years, but this is besides the point. The point is, strong Nafarian technology and courage fended off the IU, and when all was said and done, we only lost 57% of our entire fleet, compared to the seventy five percent of theirs, if they dared attack us again, would they fair much better?"
A deep voice chuckled beneath his breath next to Krypka, she turned her head, startled as she had no idea to his presence, he was tall, and his uniform was neatly pleated, a set of medals shined brightly on his chest. Krypka stood up straighter, unnerved by his sudden appearance and decided to take the momment to step forward, she caught her father's eye as she moved, and as he finally figured where she was headed, he began to silently shoo her away. She ignored this and approached the council podium.
"Excuse me, Lord Ven'Ziel and high Marshals of the Nafarian Military, I have some intelligence that may help you come to a conclusion." She stated calmly, as she bowed her head and saluted them. The high Marshals looked on in shock as well as the onlookers on the viewer's podium, as it was not Nafarian custom for people of lower stature to interrupt these kinds of meetings. She looked about her audience, the most powerful people in Imperial Nafaria, all dressed in royal red and black garments, heads completely bare, exposing their jet black hair. Ven'Ziel eyed her, hands folded at his chin, he moved slightly and began to speak, his calm voice spreading across the room, she got goosebumps as he spoke.
"And who are you exactly?"
"I am sorry sir, this is my daughter whom you haven't seen in a while, she shall never do it again" Her father began to say.
"Kenzmon, is she not an adult?" He asked, slightly annoyed.
"Ye-yes sir" Kenzmon said, slightly abashed.
"Then, is it your place to speak for her?"
"No Sir."
"Then let her speak for herself, now, who exactly are you?"
"Kry-Krypka Ras'Vael sir, Colonel, Krypka Ras'Vael." Krypka stated, slightly nervous, for the last time she spoke with the Emperor was while she was still a kid, young, and innocent.
"And what do you have to share with us... Miss Ras'Vael."
"My Lord," She began. "Here are doctrines directly from the IU, orders from all border fleets to not assist in any invasion on Rothfiria by Nafarian forces, they know of our plans and have no interest in aiding the humans." She began to hand the papers over to Ven'Ziel, but halted slightly, the more sensible portion in her mind spoke up."why do you help these murderers? These deceitful liars?" The thought flashed through her mind before she handed the papers to Ven'Ziel, who began to read over them as Kenzmon and Tartarus began to look over his shoulder, reading along. He flipped through a few pages before addressing Krypka again.
"where did you come by these exactly?"
"while I was undercover sir, working with some NSS agents deep in IU territory, I intercepted these on their way to a border fleet."She said.
"Very well," he began. "Nafaria, with this new information I have decided to follow through with invasion of Rothfiria, battle groups will be prepped within the following month and we shall be hitting their planet within year!"
This announcement was met by cheers of the various Field Commanders who stood in the viewers podium, for war was a beloved pastime for Nafarians, and the key from keeping them from turning on one another, the key to the existence of this very Empire, and Krypka was one of the few who knew the truth behind Ven'Ziels goals, and yet, why did she help them, why did she help those who harmed her long ago, these thoughts plagued her as she returned to the crowded streets, and would further plague her throughout the night. Preventing her from much sleep once more.
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