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**OOC:sigh I was worried about that-I was hoping that because you made an post I might be able to post my next turn (alas you posted ooc)
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OOC: Actually I'm going to make a completely storyline post, no research or anything. I'm just too lost on how to deal with it. I wonder where Red is?
Shiratic faction
The sky reddened with the approaching dawn. Mirava was always a beautiful planet by any standards, the green landscape was tinged by a slight violet due to the different composition of the plant-life, the trees grew literally kilometers into the sky with bases anywhere from nine centimeters thick to half a kilometer. It isn't surprising that the Miranu mirror this image with their buildings, skyscrapers that reach into space, to collect satellites and record data. Before the Dark Ages every faction, every nation, had dozens of buildings that reached beyond the atmosphere, miracles of modern design. Most had been lost in the collapse at the beginning of the War, but three still stood. Giant space-elevators, miracles of modern technology and the strength for the shipyards in orbit of the planet.
The Shirat stood in a massive elevator complex adjacent to, and supporting, an office complex. The seperate pods of the elevator each flew to different floors at different speeds, the entire travel time from surface to shipyard was only a hundredth of a day, a trip the monarch could hardly afford to take lightly. "Ur Kalie, what is it you are bringing me to see?"
The young engineer was practically bubbling with enthusiasm and his words came out a little too fast. "Shirat we've got the first prototype out. It's everything we wanted the ship is elegant, sleek and brilliant."
The monarch paused for a moment, "I've seen the designs, why would I need to see the vessel?"
"Shirat, the vessel is yours! The public needs to see you command the pilot for the new world. The broadcasts demand it."
"Why wasn't I told earlier?"
"You weren't?" The Shirat shook her head. "The news has been on all viewstreams for nearly a week."
"I'm afraid I don't have time to tune in often, anymore." The elevator slowed and dissolved on the floor, leaving the monarch and the engineer to gaze at the new vessel, and the thousands of recording computers held from every angle, every stream. "I guess it's too late to refuse, I'll just go ahead and order the ship to do a short test flight. Where should I send it?"
"We have a prearranged destination, just tell the pilot to go and he'll flip on the auto-pilot. From their you'll take a scenic route around the system." The engineer hesitated as the Shirat stepped onto the loading platform.
"Are you coming, son?"
"No Shirat, I'm not authorized."
"You are one of the primary builders aren't you?"
"I helped to design her..."
"And you want to come along?"
"I want to see how she flies, all the bugs have been tested out, but all I see are the reviews."
"Then come along Ur Kalie, I need someone who can tell me what I'm seeing."
The young man's eyes lengthened so much that it was surprising that he didn't go blind from the light. "Thank you Shirat! Thank you, thank you!"
The Shirat and the engineer walked into the vessel where the monarch motioned towards the pilot sitting in the front chair and the ship lifted off vertically. The elegant wings allowed take off and departure from land, but this was merely a propaganda flight for the Shirat's popularity. The engineer sensed something that wasn't right, he was well accustomed to rules about the flight, after all they had forbidden him from flying. "Pilot where are the other two crew members, this vessel isn't authorized to fly with any less then three trained members."
The pilot turned his chair around and pulled the trigger on the weapon in his hand. The monarch dived towards the pilot without a second's hesitation, even as the body of the engineer falls to the ground. She extended a clawlike knife at the assassin as he fired again, but the quick movement of the Shirat caused him to miss. He pulled his gun up to protect his head where the knife was coming down as a last ditch defense and the monarch shifted her blow to the lower abdomen and followed up with a quick jab to the throat. The assassin gurgled slightly and falls to the ground, just a few meters from the corpse of the engineer.
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Life, Death. What's the difference?
