Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath
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				Title: <strong>Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 20:18:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs42/PRE/f/2009/071/4/2/Star_League_Banner_by_sauronmrc.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The doors of the massive central chamber opened, with a woman wearing a black cloak to cover most of her nude body stepping forward and speaking in a high falsetto, "<strong>Jal falduna l' Nei, Jabbress d' jal.&nbsp; Xal ilta zhaunil mrigg udossa 'zil udos harl'il'cik wun onhir d' ilta ib'ahalii.</strong>"<br><br>Across the hall, all knelt down and bowed their heads as the Empress entered the room.&nbsp; Her long copper hair flowed like the blood red cape that hung from her armored shoulders, her body nude from her breasts down to her knees, where armored boots made soft thuds against the polished stone floors.&nbsp; She swept past numerous women in exotic finery from across the universe, displays of wealth and power, yet still kneeling before a woman who wore the armor of warriors.&nbsp; She had bested them all, had decapitated leaders with her own blade and clamped a collar around countless necks.&nbsp; Seating herself on her throne, she rested her arms on the intricate, carved stone.&nbsp; Her body rested on silks and fine cloths from across the planet, and she peered at the numerous women that made up her court.&nbsp; Here, in this room, she commanded all.&nbsp; <br><br>The room was large and spacious, made mostly of stone though secured with metal and wood.&nbsp; Banners of the conquered tribes lined the hall, creating a rainbow of colors and symbols.&nbsp; Behind her throne hung the Imperial banner, that of a stylized eagle resting atop a star.&nbsp; The symbol had flown before her armies across the planet, a symbol of the imperial might that she commanded.&nbsp; It now served to unite the entire world, and she felt secure sitting below it.&nbsp; She turned her head to a nearby slave, nude save for a pair of black boots and black gloves that covered her entire arms.<br><br>"<strong>Rothe.&nbsp; Jhinrae</strong>," she commanded.<br><br>The slave jumped up and scampered away, returning shortly with a glass of wine for the Nei.&nbsp; She took it and sipped, before regarding the kneeling tribals before her.&nbsp; "<strong>Ku'lam.&nbsp; Ori'gato l' chaon d' nindol tullus cot'rhea</strong>."&nbsp; She had given permission for the women to rise, though the slaves must remain kneeling unless commanded otherwise.&nbsp; She settled in and prepared for another day of squabbling, deal making, betrayal, and probably death.&nbsp; Assassinations were occasionally dealt with and there was always someone whose head needed to join the others in the Nei's personal study.<br><br>Around the room, she witnessed her Ssin'urn Elghinn, literally Beautiful Death.&nbsp; They were hers, the soldiers who had pledged their lives to her.&nbsp; They were the warriors who had served her for the longest time, facing combat in the harshest conditions.&nbsp; Their armor was never to be removed except to save their lives or upon the order of the Nei, and each had personally knelt before the Nei and pledged to defend her until death.&nbsp; They watched impassively as the Nei made love to her slaves, bathed, and received the pleasures befitting her position.&nbsp; Their reward was the warm bed of their combat sisters, and occasionally sharing the bed of the one they defended.&nbsp; The Nei slept soundly at night knowing the beautiful women whose bodies were on display protected her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 20:49:39</strong>
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				As the Nei arrived, Vela and her sisters, the Ssin'urn Elghinn, were the quickest to kneel, heads bowed. Vela's knee hit the floor, hard, only her armor preventing her from injuring herself doing so, though not having it on wouldn't have slowed her down.<br><br>Her dark armor and dark hair matched her function well. In public they were mostly ignored, save for their immediate reaction were the Nei to be threatened, insulted, or even looked at in an in sufficiently respectful manner. However, when called upon, she was one of those that held a particular skill for assassination. Her armor was tight fitting, Reinforced where it needed to be, but otherwise showing off her tall, feminine body. She let the claws on her feetm specially suited for vicious kicks, or climbing, click against the floor as she stood, when the Nei had allowed it. She and her sisters took their places. She held her sheathed sword in her left hand, thumb on its small guard, ready to draw it at the slightest provocation. <br><br>She watched the crowd, but her eyes usually returned to the Nei. It was difficult not to focus on her beauty, but even so, Vela's mind was on the Nei's safety, and her body, but mostly on the former. After all, the latter was usually on her mind, but the former was much more important when out in public.<br><br>Vela paced, trying to watch everything at once. With enough of her sisters in one place, they succeeded at seeing everything, if only as a group.
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				Post by: <strong>Visna</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 21:50:07</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/095/1/7/175c8ace642735b4c5123119e13759aa.jpg)</div></div></div> Rasha had missed the Empress's grand entrance due to a morning of prayer. Still, she had been invited to the gathering. She approached two guards that watched the doors. Once they confirmed her identity, she was allowed in the room. Her gown was beautiful. It was the ceremonial dress of the priestess of love, and she fit perfectly into it.<br><br>She slid her way through the crowd, trying to get close to the Empress and her throne. <strong>"Usstan request natha talthalra xuil l' Nei. Il z'klaen kreth'el."</strong> She spoke royal dialect beautifully due to her rich upbringing. She was not speaking to anybody in particular, but she was close enough for the Empress to hear her request. That was her plan. She had despised the Empress's acts for years, and hoped to cleanse not only her, but their civilization.<br><br>Unluckily for her, it didn't help that nobody wanted her cleansing. When they looked at her, they didn't think of chastity, they thought of getting her into bed. She was perfectly gorgeous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 22:44:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=135878.msg6066199#msg6066199">Quote from: Visna on 29-03-2012, 21:50:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/095/1/7/175c8ace642735b4c5123119e13759aa.jpg)</div> Rasha had missed the Empress's grand entrance due to a morning of prayer. Still, she had been invited to the gathering. <del>She was often invited by the Empress, and she had noticed that the Empress always seemed to have an eye on her as of late</del>. She approached two guards that watched the doors. Once they confirmed her identity, she was allowed in the room. Her gown was beautiful. It was the ceremonial dress of the priestess of love, and she fit perfectly into it.<br><br>She slid her way through the crowd, trying to get close to the Empress and her throne. <strong>"Usstan request natha talthalra xuil l' Nei. Il z'klaen kreth'el."</strong> She spoke royal dialect <del>perfectly</del> due to her rich upbringing. She was not speaking to anybody in particular, but she was close enough for the Empress to hear her request. That was her plan. She had despised the Empress's acts for years, and hoped to cleanse not only her, but their civilization.<br><br>Unluckily for her, it didn't help that nobody wanted her cleansing. When they looked at her, they didn't think of chastity, they thought of getting her into bed. She was perfectly gorgeous.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Nei glared at the priestess and her brazen approach, commanding, "<strong>Vel'uss kuuven ulu veir xuil l' Nei lu' lar folt natha talthalra?&nbsp; Rak'nes uss lorith 'zil natha kenoth yathrin.&nbsp; Raldar ilta, a h'uena.</strong>"&nbsp; That was a direct order to Vela and her sisters to apprehend the 'false' priestess.&nbsp; Demanding that the Nei repent would seal the girl's fate.&nbsp; As the guards surrounded and seized the girl, the Nei spoke again, to the now properly disrobed girl.&nbsp; "<strong>Plynn ilta ulu l' Streeatul, p'luin dos inbal natha leza d' jivvin xuil ilta.&nbsp; Il zhah ulu kla'ath 'zil natha sarn' ulu byrren pholor ele uss 'udtila naut morfeth natha wael d'lil Nei ssussunel.</strong>"<br><br>When the girl was taken away, she called to the Court, "<strong>Usstan aliss jal ulu kyorl l' ligrr's jiv'undus, 'zil il orn ke zah'har whol ilta jabplynn.</strong>"&nbsp; With a smirk, she turned to her slave, "<strong>Wine for all, in celebration of the coming entertainment.</strong>"<br><br></span>Note: Text edited for modding without permission, and perfect Imperial means no common words sneak their way in unless it just can't be helped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 01:09:19</strong>
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				Vela stood behind Rasha as another two of her sisters took her by the arms. Vela had held disdain for the girl for some time. To squander a body like hers, and provoke the Nei? It all seemed to her to be heresy, perhaps worse than an assassination attempt, since at least then, the assassin could be said to respect the Nei's strength, to attempt to strike from shadow.<br><br>The claws of Vela's gauntlets, served quite effectively to slice at the fabric that Rasha wore, before Vela tore the clothes from her body. When it was done, Vela stood beside her sisters, await the Nei's command. When the sentence was delivered, Vela bowed.<br><br>" 'zil dos orn, Nei" said Vela, as her sisters removed Rasha from the room. Then wouldn't bother walking her out, rather, dragging her away, backwards, their arms hooked under hers. Vela followed them out of the chamber. 'p'luin dos inbal natha leza d' jivvin xuil ilta.' had been the Nei's words, and Vela let a small smile cross her face, when she was gone from the Nei's presence.<br><br>Vela looked her over, before turning to regard one of her sisters. They gave each other short nods, without speaking. One would've sworn they'd carried on a conversation, given that they both seemed to know exactly what to do next. Her sisters would take Rasha to the quarters of the Ssin'urn Elghinn, and await her. They would have to deliver her to the Streeatul, but there was no reason not to enjoy what had been volunteered by the Nei, and which Rasha would not have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 23:44:23</strong>
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				A few Hours later...<br><br>High orbit over Takrin just outside the defensive perimeter.<br><br>A large Nesstern dreadnought (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/068/7/d/mass_effect_alliance_dreadnought_and_cruiser_by_supermanlovesaspen-d4s943f.jpg) was just coming out of warp space and quickly halted his movements as it approached the large minefield guarding the orbit space over Takrin. Quickly soon after that several smaller support craft and escort ships (http://i.imgur.com/RH0kHh.jpg) followed behind the dreadnought and also stopped dead just before coming within range of the mines. The ships stayed in position for several minutes before a hailing frequency went out on official channels to the local ships guarding Takrin.<br><br>"<em>To any imperial channel, this is the Nesstern Dreadnought, Spectral, requesting permission from her Majesty, Nei Ssin'urn J'nesst, for permission to deploy the royal shuttle to the surface to drop off the Nesstern diplomatic envoy, Prince Vakarius, and his guards.</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 04:45:53</strong>
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				An alarm sounded inside Takrin Defense Central, causing several guards to immediately jump up and begin reading off the information.&nbsp; "Incoming warfleet at one one three mark oh eight niner.&nbsp; Range, 2 light seconds," called the main sensor operator.<br><br>A woman in a semi-transparent black body-suit brought up the tactical overlay, with the enemy ships identified by red triangles and hazy red cones signifying their possible courses, while small blue triangles began to converge on the enemy warships.&nbsp; "Alert the Nei we have incoming warships of unknown intent.&nbsp; What's their IFF readings?"<br><br>The answer came from one of the scoutships, "<em>IFF readings show Nesstren origin.&nbsp; Dreadnaught classification.</em>"<br><br>The room went silent.&nbsp; Dreadnaughts were, by and large, considered unstoppable except with other dreadnaughts.&nbsp; Their high tonnage and powerful guns meant death to anyone who went up against them.&nbsp; The tiny scoutships were nearing the edge of the dreadnaught's range, though they'd be powerless if the dreadnaught decided to bombard Takrin from their lofty position, or detonate charges inside the minefield to clear the way.<br><br>The Nei arrived a few moments later, barking out, "Situation."<br><br>The commander on duty saluted, "Nei, there is a Nesstren Dreadnaught 2 lightseconds away form Takrin's defense field.&nbsp; Tonnage is consistant with the new <em>Glory</em> class they launched."<br><br>The Nei nodded, "Very well.&nbsp; Any communique?"<br><br>"None, honorable Nei."<br><br>The Nei went to the overwatch station and viewed the situation.&nbsp; Every available ship around Takrin was ready for a fight, when they suddenly got the message.&nbsp; It took a moment for the translators to deliver a proper translation.<br><br><em>To any imperial channel, this is the Nesstern Dreadnought, Spectral, requesting permission from her Majesty, Nei Ssin'urn J'nesst, for permission to deploy the royal shuttle to the surface to drop off the Nesstern diplomatic envoy, Prince Vakarius, and his guards.</em><br><br>The Nei snorted.&nbsp; No one diverted an entire battlefleet to deliver a brat.&nbsp; But... "Who is Prince Vakarius?"<br><br>"Nei, he is the heir apparent to the Nesstren throne."<br><br>The Nei thought about that.&nbsp; The boy's name had been growing, at least what her spies were reporting.&nbsp; The Nei, like every other major player in the sector, had listening posts around each major world, hidden from detection and constantly looking for any threats.&nbsp; The fact that the battlefleet had not come directly from Nesstren meant the boy might actually be in command... something that meant he wouldn't be some spoiled brat come to look at the pretty women.&nbsp; No... he'd come with an agenda, and he had the firepower to ensure that if he didn't get his way, there would be consequences.<br><br>Still... there were always opportunities.<br><br>"Signal the pickets to open the field up for the Royal shuttle, but that the <em>Spectral</em> will remain away.&nbsp; Make sure our construction yards go into stealth mode and halt all flights to Streea.&nbsp; Have the palace slaves prepare for the Royal greeting, while I prepare.&nbsp; See to it."<br><br>* * *<br><br>Six hours passed until the Prince was permitted to enter the Palace.&nbsp; It had taken two hours to arrive from orbit due to the distances and by Takrin's capital being on the opposite side facing the shuttle, but it had allowed the Prince to view the splendor of Takrin.&nbsp; Upon settling down on the spaceport, he had been greeted by a procession of women in beautiful blue dresses that contrasted with the dawning sun, each one smiling and decorating his path with the flowers of the Golden Rose.&nbsp; He had been taken via sudan chair to the Palace, past processions of armed guards each standing in parade dress, that of stark white uniforms that covered them head to toe.&nbsp; They had covered themselves as opposed to the normal mostly nude uniform.<br><br>Arriving at the palace, the Prince would find all the women, even the slaves, dressed.&nbsp; The slaves wore simple cloth camisks that barely covered their bodies, while all the free women had taken to wearing gowns of a rainbow of colors.&nbsp; Only one was black, and that was the Empress, who wore hers despite the heat.&nbsp; The women each had a gown for the special occassions dignitaries of extreme importance came and they were not permitted to be nude.&nbsp; In this case, the Empress had expressly forbidden nudity while the Prince was here, except for the arena.&nbsp; That rule might be relaxed later, but for now they'd try to appear somewhat civilized by wearing clothes.<br><br>All but the Empress stood as the Prince entered the hall, beautiful smiles abounded, while the Empress remained seated on the throne, as standing would indicate she was giving up her seat for him, something that would not stand, no pun intended.&nbsp; Two criers called out, "The Royal Prince Vakarius," their voices in perfect symphony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 06:16:03</strong>
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				The tour of the planet during their delayed travel was a marvel to Vakarius, he had never been to Tarkin before this day, but to him the videos he had seen hardly did the planet justice. The princes' face was almost glued to the window looking out onto the planet during the long voyage to the capital. Once they were in the capital he was treated to the best show of courtesy he had seen since his younger days being paraded around the capital of Nesstern when he was introduced to the public.<br><br>Vakarian played up the part of the diplomat when he was honored by the soldiers, nodding slowly to a soldier every now and again. One of his guards approached his enclosed chair to ask a question.<br><br>"<em>Lord, why are they clothed? From what I heard almost all the planet was nude the majority of the time.</em>" Asked the guard, Vakarius liked to have a more informal relationship with his guards. It helped keep moral up and more importantly lowering the chances of a mutiny from within.<br><br>"<strong>Because the Empress commanded them to. A simple notion but has far reaching implications. You don't see it, but I do, she is talking to me even though we have not seen each other yet. You know what she is telling me?....I command the entire planets people, they do what I want when I want. Its also a courtesy to me, they don't want to represent themselves has barbarians but a strong, civilized nation, rich in culture. Of which they are.</strong>" Vakarius explained, the guard nodding then returning to his watch with a quick bow of the head.<br><br>When the group finally reached the palace, the prince walked with his head held high and carried himself with the weight of his station. His long silk cape wrapped around his body, concealing his torso and lower body except for the very bottom of his feet. The two heralds annouced his coming and he quickly came into the throne room where everyone had gathered. Vakarius (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs21/i/2007/295/8/1/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine.jpg) opened his arms wide to his side in a simple manner that was a cultural greeting showing that he did not have a dagger in hand and that he was not armed. This showed the room his large amount of tatooing on his torso and arms. They did not show any art or writing but was a simple, solid, dark colored sand look that was precisely put on his body. Forever marking him as a royal of the Apsolus Family. In addition it also showed several old scars and freshly healed scars from battles of old and new. Showing that he was not just an intellectual but a soldier as well.<br><br>After that the prince took his right hand and placed it over his chest and gave a shallow bow of the head and shoulders to the Empress on her throne. Showing his respect to her station as the ruler but also taking into account his own. This offered a view of his armored hands and arms. A specially made armor for Vakarius that only fit him. Designed so that he could have full range of motion and still protect his extremities. At the same time his Royal Guard (http://www.frbronze.com/images/other%20famous%20statues/large/Persian%20soldier.jpg) knelt to one knee and did the same as their prince before he stood after several seconds, mimicking his motion. Vakarius then took a few steps further so that he was in the center of the room, his guards staying near the back of the entrance. <br><br>"<strong>Malla Nei d' Takrin, Ol zhah natha zhennu bel'la ulu fre'sla p'los dos nym'uer yallt. Usstan telanth naut er'griff whol usstan drill whol jal d' Nesstern wun l' Valuken kaas. Usstan bel'la dos whol dosst gar'ven jous d' dosst lodias lu' che'el. Ol bel'lan uns'aa felah nindel dos xunus ol pholor folt natha sseren tangi 'zil ol zhah. Usstan kestal nindel 'zil Usstan tlun ghil udos xal telanth pholor selg'tarnen d' kruk lu' byr klezn.</strong>" The prince said, his voice loud enough so that all could hear, but not enough to the point that he had to yell. His speech in Imperial dialect was spotless, as if it was his natural language. His speech voiced a healthy amount of favor but not to the point of groveling to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 06:44:52</strong>
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				Vela stood beside her Empress's throne. Her usual armor was black, but was now covered in a white robe (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/135/6/f/white_kimono_and_hakama_by_tolmancotton-d3gdlwg.jpg), which parted in the middle. She was dressed very much unlike the other guards, save for her sisters. Her sheathed sword was held in her left hand, as she watched the Prince approach.<br><br>Vela remained unimpressed, by the prince, or by his words. It was a deep rooted belief that drove this disapproval. She imagined that the Nesstren men had failed to assume their rightful place, under the boot heels of Nesstren women. It did not help, that they made slaves of them, either. ultimately though, it was that they did not serve the Empress that drew most of her ire.<br><br>She had not, understood, why the Empress commanded them all to be clothed. While it was true that she most often was, simply because it helped her in her duties, she would have either worn something clear, or bared as much skin as possible, on a formal occasion. Now she felt stifled by the garment she wore. Still, she believed it for the best, as she did with every command she recieved.<br><br>She held a little hope that the next command she recieved would be to collect the Prince's head, but didn't think it likely. It was a shame, she thought, that he was a prince. She would've preferred him as a slave, and not only because he would then have been in his rightful place.<br><br>Vela would hold her tongue, wishing she could tell him that his empty worlds were insufficient to honor the Empress. That he should prostrate himself, and offer up his life, if the Emoress wished for it. Of course, Vela was a soldier, and politics was something she did only with a sword.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 14:05:33</strong>
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				<em>So</em> the Nei thought to herself, <em>The boy speaks Imperial.&nbsp; I'll have to remember that.</em><br><br>The Nei bowed her head but did not rise, nor would she.&nbsp; She remained seated, admiring the Prince and, she had to confess to herself, wondering what he would look like in the nude.&nbsp; She knew the anatomy of men, having butchered them like cattle during the Unification, and had even seen their dissection a time or two at the Imperial Academies.&nbsp; Still... this was different.&nbsp; Most men she'd seen had spent their entire lives as slaves, cowering in fear of a whip.&nbsp; This Prince, this true man... she wanted him because he would be her equal.&nbsp; That would make things rather interesting.<br><br>She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see her ever vigilant guard, Vela, and suppressed a smile.&nbsp; Vela had commented to her in private that she wanted to enslave the Prince, and the Nei had chuckled while tying the sash around her favorite guardian, planting a kiss on her forehead and telling her, "This man will never be a slave so long as I am Empress.&nbsp; He commands a battlefleet personally, and is a warrior same as we.&nbsp; Treat him no different than you would a proud female soldier like yourself... if not for relations with the Nesstren, then for me."<br><br>And now the beautiful guard was beside her, holding still despite the stifling heat of the garment.&nbsp; The Empress knew of the discomfort, having to wear her own black robe, whose simplicity belied an elegance all its own.&nbsp; As he spoke, she listened carefully, before speaking.&nbsp; The wonderful engineers had made the chamber perfect for amplifying the Empress' voice so that she could easily speak down to any and all.&nbsp; "<strong>Vedui' ulu dos, Qu'ess d' Nesstren, Detholusin d' Vlos whol l' Sharorr d' Nesstren.&nbsp; L' thac'zil d' Takrin al'doeren dos xuil l' pahntar da'rex ol plynnen jal quivveden.&nbsp; Ulu dosst Valuk udos bel'la ukt dalhar d' folt yorn, manner lu' khalith.&nbsp; Ulu telanth d' jal klezn Kruk orn'la tlu al'doer, lu' l' thac'zilen d' Takrin ph' pahntar ulu dos.&nbsp; Ulu l' j'nesstren ghil yallt, Usstan quarth dos telanth Rivvin Nesstren, wun bel'la d' udossta quivved.</strong>"<br><br>Turning to Vela, she spoke softly, "<strong>Bring a chair for the lovely prince to sit in, and place it beside my own.</strong>"&nbsp; The chair in question had been built a while back but had never been used before.&nbsp; It was technically for the heir of Takrin, but since the Empress had yet to produce one, it remained in storage.&nbsp; Now it would sit beside the Empress and see some use at last, and if the Empress had her way, would one day be filled by the offspring of the man who would soon be seated upon it.<br><br>The smaller throne was brought out and set beside the Empress', slightly behind and to the right, but not far enough away the Empress would need to reach.&nbsp; She gestured to the chair for the Prince, and said, "<strong>Join me, Prince of Nesstren.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 21:28:21</strong>
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				Vakarius listened as the Empress spoke in her flawless tongue. He couldn't help himself to undress her from her robe in his own mind. The way that she was subtlety looking at him, he could guess that she was doing the same. It was an odd thing to the prince to see an entire world ruled by women, he was so used to Nesstern society of the exact reverse that it was hard to break the mold that he had been brought up in. His travels amongst the stars had helped teach him that. Now in command of three battle-fleets and the authority to speak for an entire nation. Vakarius had come a long way from the days of having a sub standard freighter, a fighter craft, and some mercenaries to aid his travels and dealings. Now instead of being a thorn in the royal courts side, he was a threat to their power now. A threat to their way of life and the status quo. A threat that the prince intended to keep up.<br><br>Once the Empress had invited him to the smaller throne. He quickly began to walk towards it with a quick "<em>thank you your majesty</em>". He walked at a more brisk pace than he had walked in with, not wanting to earn her ire for wasting her time by lingering. This also had the added effect of his silk and gold trimmed cape catching what was the little breeze and began to flow behind him as he walked. Showing more of his tattooed body and how well the prince truly did stay in shape. Many of the nobles from Nesstern simply just molded into their position and became out of shape and lazy. Letting their slaves or subjects do all the work for them. Only adding to the stereotype of all the Men being lazy and fat.<br><br>Once he had reached the throne he quickly sat down and made some quick adjustments to his cape so that his covered his chest but left a two inch slit down the middle to allow air to flow out and in. This also afforded those around him to his long neck length hair that was starting to show signs of deep sun bleaching. No doubt from his work out in the void. Vakarius relaxed in the throne but made sure he kept his regal stature, waiting for the Empress' next command.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 20:56:11</strong>
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				The command of her Empress sent Vela to fetch the chair. She found herself trying to imagine that the, obviously male, prince, was a female. It worked, to some extent, she could imagine seeing what the Emoress saw in him. However, her mind could not let go of the fact that the prince was a male, an however superior to most males, had to be inferior to her, and to the Empress. Vela only hoped that the Empress would reconsider. Surely the Emoress could not have a man who was not a slave...it would be an upset to society.<br><br>Vela took her position once more, standing now beside the prince. She gave him a cursory look from her new vantage point. She already knew what she would see, and did. He was an impressive male, but so very male. It made it difficult imagining him a female.<br><br>She could still remember her Empress's words to her about him. Not for Nesstren, never for Nesstren, she thought, the Empress came first, she was not a soldier for her nation, she was a soldier for her Empress alone. Even if she couldn't actually think of him as an equal, she would at least treat him as such. A royal guest, to be protected while the Empress favored him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 14:16:20</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">With the prince comfortably seated upon the throne beside her own, the Nei turned to regard the guests, and then whispered to a slave to bring the honorary meal.&nbsp; The slave obeyed, scurrying off and giving the command to the chefs.&nbsp; Soon, long tables were brought out and covered with fine silks, before an amazing array of cooked meats and specially prepared treats were placed upon them.&nbsp; Everything looked wonderful, yet they had to wait.&nbsp; The Nei stood and offered her hand to the prince, to join her, before saying to the crowd, "<strong>We welcome our brothers from the stars and their powerful champion, Prince Vakarius.&nbsp; May our two peoples share a common destiny together.&nbsp; In celebration of your arrival, we share a meal of the finest quality, and hope you enjoy.</strong>"&nbsp; With that, she gestured to the food and for all to begin enjoying.<br><br>The food was an amazing spread, some of it even the rare and expensive Sun Melons, which were sweet and juicy, growing only in a small valley and only just recently being grown elsewhere.&nbsp; Their strange, purple meat was delicious, and the very slight poison inside sent a tingle through the mouth and tongue all the way down.&nbsp; One would have to consume their own weight in the stuff to die, however.&nbsp; The warm and tender meat of the Lilishi Spinedragon was also good, a large lizard that roamed the mountains and pounced on anything it could eat, which was a lot considering it could grow up to four feet long.&nbsp; And there was even some Parmana Sweet Bread, a favorite on Takrin because it was light and fluffy and was especially good with meats.<br><br>The Nei did not eat in public, so she returned to her throne, content to let the others gorge on her behalf.&nbsp; She ate in private as part of the illusion that she was above mortal concerns, though there were times she wanted to break her own rules, especially with such a wonderful showing.&nbsp; She pulled Vela close and whispered to her, "<strong>Bring the prince to my quarters later.&nbsp; You two will be joining me tonight.</strong>"&nbsp; For Vela, that meant anything from a meal with the Nei to a night of hot, passionate sex.&nbsp; Regardless, it meant Vela had better be there and had better bring the prince.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 18:49:59</strong>
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				After the Empress stood and offered her hand to the prince he quickly complied. His armored hand gently resting on top of hers as she spoke to him and the crowd of people. The food brought out was from every corner of the world and was very appetizing to the prince, who had not eaten since his arrival on the planet. "<strong>Thank you my Nei, it looks very appetizing</strong>" The prince confirmed, also adding a hint of subservience in his speech using 'Nei' in his words. The first time he had used them. Once everyone started to enjoy the meal, Vakarius released the Nei's hand as she returned to her throne. The prince walked down towards the food and quickly began to sample the food.<br><br>He also quickly began to become a favorite conversation piece amongst the nobles gathered. No one other than the Nei or most likely the Nesstern diplomat had ever actually seen a royal from the Nesstern. Even while he was eating he was bombarded with questions about his past and the planet of the Nesstern. Using his political, and conversational techniques taught from an early age. He was able to both answer the questions with clarity and be able to make the crowd laugh a few times with his stories of his past.<br><br>He saw the Empress whisper something into the guards ear but paid no attention to it. If they had wanted to assassinate him, they would have done so already and be done with it. He did not gather that this was a secretive planet full of subterfuge but a planet with honor and dignity. Wither this was a ruse or not remained to be seen. So for the time being he continued his stories of his childhood and more recent exploits in the stars. Which greatly interested those around him. Since many had not seen a world outside of Takrin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin, Royal Court of the Nei's Valshath</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 19:00:35</strong>
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				Vela, like the Empress, did not eat. It was only because it would be a distraction though, and perhaps partly because her emotion to the Empress was almost cult-like. She did not attribute diving to her, but neither did she attribute it to anything, real or imagined, nothing came before the Empress.<br><br>The feast looked incredible, however, and she would have to remember to go to the kitchens to get a portion. There was always extra, after all, a slave might trip, or the cut might not be quite right in the presentation.<br><br>She felt the pull on her garment, and passively let her body be pulled down so that the Emoress could speak to her. Listening, she was somewhat conflicted, but her answer didn't reflect that.<br><br>"Yes, Empress," she replied.<br><br>She always relishes being asked to join the Emoress at night, but she was not enthused about bringing the prince. Still, she supposed that in this, like everything else, she would have to trust the Empress. It wasn't as though she'd even consider disobedience, so whatever would happen, would happen. It would remain to be seen if it was something she'd want to happen or not.
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