Moirai Desina's Story

Moirai Desina kicked open the door in her usual way, which was with the business end of a large hammer.

Upon entry, the fiery woman strode forwards, her eyes angry and darting around the room as if seeking something. Around her, visible only to those associated with the divine (or otherwise) could be seen a faint aura identifying her as more than just human, though she was no angel nor demon. "Where is Legion of Gerasene?!" she demanded, glaring at each patron in turn.

Moirai Desina pointed her fist at Legion, eyes narrowing "Legion of Gerasene, I come here in the Lord's name to smite you from the surface of His world, and return you to the fires from whence you came!" she exclaimed, her dramatic tone seeming like something straight out of a corny movie script.

"And do not think to harm me, demon, I have His protection, no servant of the beast can lay hands on me!"

Moirai Desina scoffed, throwing her head back in exaggerated laughter "Do not try your trickery with me, demon. Your kind would resort to any lie or treachery to save your own skin, do not think denying your master will save you!" she boomed, every word seeming to resonate with obvious importance.

The slayer's entire manner was exaggerated, every movement, word, facial expression. She was a highly... expressive person, to put it nicely.

Moirai Desina "Then you will die, foul one!" the slayer cried, swinging the hammer in her hand around and lobbing it with surprising accuracy towards Legion, the heavy weapon flying straight, in an almost arrow-like fashion.

Zeal aside, Moirai wasn't the brightest of girls, bless her. Give her a heavy stick, and things were just going to go downhill from there.

Moirai Desina growled angrily "I made myself clear, demon! You will die by my hand!" she yelled, and would continue to yell unless given adequate reason to stop. There were very few adequate reasons, in her opinion.

Unfortunately, she no longer had a hammer. So she was pretty much stuck to yelling for the time being.

Moirai Desina scowled "I will never grow weary with doing the work of the Lord, he bestowed upon me and my comrades the power to quash the forces of the Enemy, and so I shall, with utter devotion!" she exclaimed, "The Lord's work is its own reward!"

Moirai Desina growled once more and began to make her way towards Legion, her face a thundercloud of rage and self-righteousness. "Return my weapon, demon! Or I shall be forced to unleash far worse powers upon you, and you will beg for the swift death from my hammer!"

Moirai Desina let out a cry of anger, pulling away from Liesha "I take it upon myself to see all servants of the Beast banished from the Lord's world! When He sent forth us Seventy-Two, he charged us with bringing both salvation and damnation to the world, and gave us the power to quell any demons. I exercise this power in His name, to end the Enemy in all his vile and twisted forms!"

Koishi Komeiji stood in the Wing City space port, once more caught within an unfamiliar area, swaying softly as she walked - each step accompanied by her humming. She was alone - as per her usual predicament - and watching all of the surrounding nobodies go about their daily business. A carefree smile was plastered upon her face like it always was, her hands behind her back while she thought to herself. Certainly, people around these parts are interesting. Especially since there are quite a few foreigners here visiting Terra from afar! Curiously, she watched those around her.

Prince Niku III looks around. "Wow. This place is huge. It reminds me of home."

Issachar Remaeus figures it's time to pay his bill.

Gina Inviere approaches Wing City Spaceport inside a Condor VTOL

Walker Nicolau disembarks from the latest shuttle, having arrived at his destination.

Hrm, Wing City...

he mused before flipping out his personal navigator.

Gina Inviere steps down the boarding ramp of the Condor VTOL, her eyes glancing about as she took in her surroundings. "Been awhile since I've set foot on this place." She commented off-handedly, making her way towards the main concourse.

Gina Inviere looks around

A wind swept her hair as Spyri disembarked her new friend's strange, but awesome, vehicle. She grinned at Prince Niku and jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the looming Spaceport. There were guaranteed to be answers inside. In the air above, ships of all kinds arrived and departed. There was a sleek golden one ascending out of high orbit. Looking close she noticed it charge up to warp out. Spyri gave a whoop as it disappeared into thin air.

“This is where I came in,” Niku indicated, peering around at the impressive ships. They were all designed so differently than the ones in his corner of the galaxy. He stayed on his vehicle and drove slowly after Spyri, intending to take his kilitholulgulth with him wherever they went. It did have the ability to fold up, after all. “Tell me, were you born on this planet? You seem not intimidated at all by idea of venturing into space. I sense you have done such before,” he remarked, eyes widening at the sight of the ship that had just hit warp drive.

Suddenly, he felt himself shudder. Remembering his dream from the night before, he glanced around suspiciously in hope that they would not encounter any Aschen. He sniffed the air and his ears flicked around as he watched and listened. He turned the volume down on his translator slightly and leaned over toward the girl he had come with. “We must make sure our route does not enter Aschen territory,” he uttered to Spyri. “I think some extra caution is wise.”

“I am sorry to hear of what become of your people. I do not know what I do if it happened to the feliyans. Not sure I would want to go on living,” Niku lamented. His greatest fear was that it would, in fact, happen to the feliyans. For all he knew, Emperor Pit might be committing a genocide upon them right now in revenge for the crown prince fleeing his master. He could only hope they would be okay until his return. Niku walked with his hoverbike by his side as they moved up in line, noticing as the officials seemed confused by what Spyri had presented them.

He picked up the golden paper, scanning the inscription with his universal translator. “It says I am invited to study Multiversal Energy Constructs at the Temple of Giana, coordinates on the back,” he said, turning the page over. He read out the coordinates. “Fascinating… With my translator, it is hard to tell languages apart. I wonder what tongue this is written in. Oh, but, now we know that this is where we must go,” he added, pointing to the coordinates.

The young prince grew alarmed the moment that Spyri shoved him around the corner. He peeked back around stealthily and noticed the parade that had alarmed her. The familiar uniform worn by the many officers had him literally biting his nails through his white gloves. “Oh, no! We need to get out!” he whispered loudly, yanking his bike around the corner too along with them. He hit a button on his wrist controls and it started to fold up into a compact form, which he easily lifted up like an oversized piece of luggage. It even had a handle on it for convenience. The feliyan remained in a crouched position among the crowd, hoping that his ears or tail would not give him away. He wrapped the latter around his waist.

Then he slapped himself on the forehead. “I am fool. I should have thought to bring disguise,” he murmured to himself. Suddenly, he gasped, remembering something. He opened a compartment on his compact kilitholulgulth and pulled out a royal red cape, unfolding it. “Ah, ha!” he said, wrapping it around himself like a cloak. At the very least, it would conceal the most recognizable traits of his race, the ears and tail. The slitted felinoid eyes would not be a problem so long as he was not looking in any Aschen’s direction. He would have to be discreet. When Spyri whispered their location to Niku, he fervently nodded and immediately started to follow her, also doing his best to blend into the crowd. “It leaving soon? We best hurry.”

The feliyan took the pamphlet and scanned it. “Hm,” he said, thinking out loud. “This must be stop on way to final destination. Should be interesting.” He started looking through it, scanning the text as he went and examining the pictures. “There is something called botanical garden with strange plants. I hope they have tasty animals too,” he remarked, stashing the pamphlet in a compartment of his ‘luggage.’ Keeping his head low and his cloak wrapped around him, he peered around through narrowed eyes in hope that the Aschen were not around the terminal.

It was hard for Niku to overhear conversations cause the translator only translated little snippets here and there until one voice was overpowered by another louder voice. It was very disorienting. He wished he could shut it off because it made it more difficult for him to hear whatever Spyri might be trying to say. He considered tinkering with it later on to see if he could get it to zero in on a particular voice, but that would have to wait until later.

Something occurred to Niku and he turned his attention to Spyri again. “Hey, I have been meaning to thank you for acting as guide. I realize now I would not have a chance of finding this chi master without such assistance,” he said, wanting to slap himself on the forehead again. He really had had a very bare bones escape plan when he had fled from Emperor Pit. Some might think him stupid, but it was more out of desperation than stupidity. While he obviously had no idea what he was doing, he really had little other choice after being given an order to commit a certain unspeakable act for the tyrant’s entertainment. He had been ordered to do terrible things before, but this last command went beyond what even he could bring himself to do. For some reason, when he looked at Spyri, it reminded him of his reason for leaving and it made him shudder, not wanting to reflect on the past. “Anyway, if we are successful in this quest, I will see to it that you are heavi

“Vee-gan?” Niku repeated after her. The word had failed to translate, as there was no such word in his language. “What is?” he inquired, puzzled by her barfing gesture. Based on context, he figured vegan had to be some kind of really disgusting food. He laughed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. He became instantly fascinated the moment they entered the shuttle. It was designed so differently than the spaceships that he was used to back in his remote corner of the galaxy. “Where to find sleep aboard this ship?” he asked, peering around as people funneled into various identical doors that lined the hall. They had to be going to some kind of sleeping quarters. He paused a moment and put his kilitholulgulth down on the floor, folding up his cape again and putting it away inside. He also released his tail from around his waist, feeling more relaxed now that they were away from the Aschen. When Niku noticed the flags hanging from the ceilings, he went over and looked at each of them, having no idea what they were for. All he could guess was that they were intended as some kind of adornment to pretty up the otherwise minimalistic design of the interior of the craft.

Niku looked alarmed. “I starve without animals! My body require animal protein,” he worriedly protested. “Many species can eat plants. I cannot, unless predigested by an animal.” Observing the purple and orange-lighted doors, Niku suddenly grabbed his kilitholulgulth and ran off in the direction that most people were going, disappearing into the crowd. He did not even wait for an answer. The prince found a violet-lighted door near the pilot’s location out in front of the ship, beating a young woman to it with his lightning-fast speed.

“Hey!” she protested when he appeared in front of her.

Niku snickered as he laid claim to the cabin, planting himself in front of the door as he waved Spyri over in his direction. “I faster! I get here first!” he countered before disappearing inside.

“Jerk…”

Once inside, Niku saw that there were two beds on each side, stacked one on top of the other. They were narrow, but they looked comfortable enough. Opposite the door was a wall that consisted of a massive curved window with a spectacular view of the sky. The menacing warship still hovered above, partly blotting out the sun. The prince had no idea who it belonged to or what it was for, but something about it gave him the creeps. Soon enough, Niku found the large luggage storage compartment over the entrance. He hopped up on a top bunk on the left side of the room facing the window and hauled his kilitholulgulth up there, setting it in the back.

The woman who had wanted the room glanced to the girl Niku had waved at. “Hey, are you with him? I hear there are four beds per room and this one has one of the best views. Would you mind if we share?” she inquired hopefully, waving someone over. It was a female friend. Both ladies were human in outward appearance with nothing particularly strange about them.