Voices whispered in the dark, quiet, endless but slipping into hearing one by one.
“Need to get bread, milk, eggs…”
“Baby porg doo-doo do-do, baby porg!”
“We’re all going to die anyway. The universe will be bathed in the blood of the innocent.”
“I wonder if tardigrades have a governmental structure.”
“You’re safe. Deep breaths. They’re on Coruscant and you are here.”
“Why won’t this work? I put everything in just like I was supposed to.”
“Our Lady of Shadow, hear my prayer…”
“SKREEEEEEEEKEKEKEEEE!!!”
“Qyreiami.” Ruka nudged her shoulder again, harder, and she woke with a start.
“Hmphwha?”
The Mirialan looked at her with mild concern. “You alright? You look… I dunno. Prgojen naas tvjeliczqas.”
“I dun’ spek Miril’n,” she grumbled, righting her posture in the Serpentine Throne and fingering the sleep from her eyes. It was a good way to hide her true expression.
“Ay, don’t worry about it. You fell asleep. Have you been burning candles at both ends again?”
“Mrh… S’mthin’ like that.” She arched back against the stonework, thankful for the empty throne room as she stretched. “Were you able to get in contact with the folks from up north?”
“Yeah. The Tuncans were… Well, they don’t hate us, ay. But they’re not exactly happy neither.”
“I figured as much. Unleashing a millennias-old evil will sour even the best of relationships. What was the girl’s name again? The one we found out on the ice?”
“Inpa. And that Gotal scientist, Jus.”
“They were both still there?”
“Yeah. And Ulviki, the… I dunno, ay, chieftain? They were all there. Talked a good bit.”
Qyreia was actually jealous of that. If anything, she’d wanted to see the scientist and the Tuncan woman again. Last she saw them, they were huddled together for warmth after her, Ruka, and their respective spouses had cleared a scientific survey team’s convoy of caxqettes. Their story then was as phenomenal as what she’d heard about afterward. The rising up of the Tuncans, the hunt for the ancient monsters. It was one of the best fights she’d ever seen the Arconans in.
“So? What’s the verdict?”
“They gonna continue to ‘hunt’ up there, but they not completely convinced. Not enough to leave Tunca, anyway.”
Her shoulders sagged slightly and she sighed, not quite defeated but thoroughly thoughtful. “Kark. Okay. Let’s see if we can’t get some DDF units outfitted for the cold and sent to them as a sign of good faith. It’ll be good for them to show where the Citadel stands on all these atrocities too.”
Atrocities was the tagline they’d given to the Dajorra Intelligence Agency to quietly feed to the local news services. It wasn’t an incorrect moniker, given the large numbers of civilian casualties at the hands of these ‘gods’ and their caxqettes, but in the war of information quietly being fought alongside the larger battles with weapons and Force powers, it served to combat the efforts of the zealots that followed the ancient beings. The Citadel was dispelling the mystique of Alla’su and her ilk piece by piece. These were powerful people that were strong in the Force, but they certainly weren’t gods.
It was a narrow line for the Shadow Clan to walk, given their own position had its origins rooted in a similar belief among the Selenian population. The Eldarian peoples were a different matter, and Port Ol’val was very much a shadow governance on the part of Qel-Droma. In the seat of power for the system though, outside the military, there were still many Selenians who quietly or openly revered the denizens of the Citadel as demi-deities.
“We can do that, yeah. But they thought, if not hunting, they could help us talk to the other… ay, what was the word?”
“E-e-e-enclaves,” the bleating voice said from the door to the throne room.
Read the whole fiction (and see more whispers) here!
With the fiction out of the way (we hope you enjoyed), it’s time to gird your loins and prep your blasters for the latest chapter in the ongoing story of Arcona and the old gods plotline. With the Hutt supply lines cut off from Alla’su and the cultists, most of whom are still in hiding after their utter defeat in the frozen north of Tunca, the Clan continues to press the offensive, this time going after their domestic enemy before they can recover from the one-two punches.
In a more OOC note…
We’ve told you it’s coming. We’ve hinted at #soon in Discord. Now me and Atty are just ironing out the last of the kinks for the competitions proper. Because of this, we don’t have a link for you all yet, but once we do, we’ll make announcements in both Discord and through the e-mail group to ensure you’re all abreast of the situation. That said, expect this schutta to kick off on March 25th! And it’s going to run for about five weeks because…
This will be a two part competition! Yep, you heard it right! Part one will focus on the immediate aftermath of the crash landing and the hallucinations we are subjected to, while part two will be… a mystery. I can’t give everything away right out the gate. If you have multiple characters, or want one to be in two places at once, there will also be the option to go hunting for caxxies up in the frozen north with the DDF troops simultaneously training in arctic warfare. Many options and many locales to explore. If you’re bored, you’re not shoosting these ovipositor schuttas hard enough. And as with the last few of these: how much you all do will affect the outcome of the event.
Also, I do apologize for not having a broader cast of Arcona members featured. I try to not make these fictions updates about my character, but there is that certain aspect of being Consul and telling the Clan “hey, we’re doing a thing” that one is forced to contend with. It’s a balancing act, and I appreciate any and all understanding you have on that.
An aside before we get started on the real meat-and-potatoes. A quick shout-out to Kordath for putting together yet another banger of an Arcona Presents Valentines Day. More commonly known as AVD, it’s an annual event that is truly Brotherhood-wide, bringing together folks that might not otherwise even talk; and in true Kord fashion, always a source of awkward fun and frolicking. While me and Atty had nothing to do with putting it together other than prodding our resident Ryn about it, we as a Summit still hope all of you — Arconan and not — enjoyed this year’s installment! We look forward to more of these shenanigans next year!
Always subject to change, but always here to give you a better and better idea of what’s coming up. Because knowledge is power!
A thing we noticed in some recent fictions and RPin’. While Atty’s most (in)famous and definitely eponymous character is Atyiru, the current Proconsul in-universe is actually her Mirialan Force user, Ruka Tenbriss Ya’ir. While it’s a point of confusion we can easily understand, keep it in mind if it at all features in your future writings.
As always, I can be reached by e-mail at [Log in to view e-mail addresses], on Telegram with @QyreiaArronen, or on Discord @Qyreia#9352. You can find Atty at [Log in to view e-mail addresses], or @Atty#3546 on Discord. And if you’re bored, feel free to follow my meant-for-recruiting-but-still-fun in-character Twitter feed @TheRedQek!
Sincerely,
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laughs maniacally
I mean uh nothing nefarious here for part two oh nooooo
o.o
^^
I foresee much fun! :D