Into the Spider's Nest (Invite)

[Wing]

Andariel sat on a black marble throne which had gems and minerals indigenous to Myrkr inserted into the sockets in the marble. Andariel looked much like a monarch on the throne, wearing a strapless black silk dress which covered her dark skinned human body. Her ghastly white hair was merely positioned over her left shoulder. Her lips were bloodshot with lipstick, and her eyes blue with mascara. No crown was atop her head, but members of Clan Drulii and the recently arrived Clan Beoad knew her to be a queen. She was the Black Widow. She killed her own husband to ascend to the position as in traditional customs. Nearly sixty years old, she looked to be a woman of thirty.

In the throne room, were high member of Clan Drulii and gendarmes of Clan Drulii which also served as her personal guard. They stood silent. An emissary was coming to see Andariel. Venator Furtificus was the emissary. The Zeltron had rose through the ranks of the Alsakan military was now the Supreme Commander, quite an honor to have coming to Myrkr. In the throne room, servants brought in a long table made of wood from the strong trees of Kashyyyk. Varieties of food were placed on the table and fine alcohol was also brought out. The Black Widow wanted her guest to be comfortable. This alliance with the Alsakans was dire needed in her cause to absorb the other ten clans of Myrkr.

She then continued to wait on her throne until Venator's ship arrived.

 

[Storm]

The space around fluctuated once, the air seeming almost to tremble, and then three Alsakan capital ships dropped out of hyperspace. The Divine Fury, Venator's new flagship since ascending to the position of Admiral of the Fleets, took position at the point, the other two purposefully falling slightly behind. The green orb of the planet Myrkr slowly revolved below, light from the planet's sun emerging over the other side and causing the top of the planet to appear to be growing. "Admiral, we've emerged from hyperspace above Myrkr and all systems are in check. Shall we descend to the planet, sir?" Venator's second in command aboard the ship, Captain Dal Renni, strode over to where he stood, surveying the planet from on board the Divine Fury.
"Readings?" Venator asked, blunt and to the point.
"Mainly life, sir. We're picking up heavy life readings from the forest itself. We also have a large structure on the western side of the planet. From the structure we can pick up life signs, gun emplacements and small ships. Nothing that could damage us, sir."

"Good. Then we won't have to destroy them from above."

"Of course, those are pretty obviously those who summoned us here. The location checks out, too." Venator was silent for a moment, before speaking again. "Captain Renni, have the escort follow us in. As we land, have troopers clear the area. When the shuttles take us down to the planet, have the ships ready from above. I'm expecting you to fire, if needed, from up here." The Captain saluted, and made his way aft, leaving Venator to ponder just what this species wanted. The contact had come from a message picked up by a nearby Alsakan ship, which had then been eventually forwarded to Venator. They said they spoke only of alliance and friendship, yet, the specifics of which, were a mystery to Venator. They'd declined to fill Venator in completely, instead insisting that the most senior figure possible come to the planet. The Vicar wouldn't concern herself with these creatures. Venator had considered sending an Admiral, before deciding against it. He was curious himself as to what they wanted.

Perhaps they could be of some use to him.

"Sir, your shuttle is ready." Venator looked up, sharply, rising from the command chair as he looked the Ensign up and down. The young man was nervous, as was to be expected. Venator nodded to him, before allowing him to step aside and then walking past him. He reached the shuttle after the first two had been sent down to clear an area, troopers piling in around him. He nodded to them; he had been an average soldier like that, once. He could empathise with them. It was important that, as Admiral of the Fleets, he did not forget the feelings and wants of the common soldiers. With a jerk, the shuttle lifted off and shot down towards the planet below. Venator settled in, an uneasy silence around him. Eventually, as one soldier spoke and Venator did nothing, the others began to also, and the mood soon turned almost jovial. It wasn't long before the shuttle touched down and the men quietened, professional once more. Venator's two personal bodyguards stood around him, the other six already waiting outside. As the ramp went down, the troopers offloaded, followed by Venator's bodyguard.

And then he himself stepped out.

The air was warm, almost humid, and the path towards the courtyard was clear. Venator wore his traditional armour, this time with a dark blue cloak befitting of his rank about his shoulders and markings on his chest plate and helmet to denote his rank. As he strode upwards to the castle, his soldiers making an avenue beside him and his bodyguards around him, he walked beneath the open gates and looked up at the guns with impunity. They wouldn't dare touch him. They would all die painfully if they did. Pale faces looked down on him from above, and Venator looked around at this humanoid species with interest. The Alsakan military was somewhat xenophobic and, as a Zeltron, he knew what it was like. His ability, however, had guided him through. As he stepped into a throne room, through a courtyard, he saw some of the people dressed or clothed differently, some as guards, some as courtiers, some as general peasants. The females seemed to hold the dominance in this society. Perhaps they were revered?

The Alsakans might not be so different from these people after all.

Venator presumed the society was matriarchal in structure, due to the large female Queen presiding over the rest from the centre of the throne room. The throne itself was truly something to behold, beautiful, and the Queen herself was dressed in clothes befitting of a monarch. Food and drink was set out before her and, as Venator's bodyguards filled around her, Venator bowed slightly to her. She'd know the balance of power wasn't truly her way, and so Venator lost no honour in the gesture. Annoyed at the way the throne was some five inches higher than his chair, allowing the Queen to almost look down on him, Venator's bodyguards slid pieces of metal beneath the chair, subtly so the Queen wouldn't see. She'd merely presume him to be tall. He wouldn't have her looking down on him in this meeting. "I am Venator Furtificus." He said, directing his words at her. "And, as you requested, I have come."

"What is it you wish, Great Queen of the Drulii?"

 

[Wing]

Andariel was astounded at Venator. Such nice manners he showed to matriarch of a mere family. He appeared to be what Andariel believed he might appear as, a brute. But something about him intrigued her. He was a veteran of the Alsakan military, no doubt. She was impressed by his rank.

He was also taller than she thought he would be. But she was holding the gracious man's time up. She was sure he had much business to attend to once offworld, but she also wanted to seem nice and be a good host to the Alsakan commander. She ran her fingers through her long white hair and looked at the commander.

"Welcome, Venator Furtificus. What I would like to propose to the Alsakan Union, is a an alliance with Clan Drulii. I am ready to go into details, but over food and drink would be better to my liking and I am sure yours."

With a wave of her hand, the other members of the court took seats at the long table and sat there, waiting for Venator to take the first bite. It was customary for guests to feel the most welcome and launch the feast by taking the first bite of the dinner being served.

 

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