Volume 1: Chapter 8: Making An Impact
Originally Drafted: April 27th, 2022
Originally Uploaded: April 29th, 2022
Updated On: July 29th, 2022
(Guest reviewer pointed out that the Seraph is a space fighter. Oops.)
Update 1: Added a few extra lines and changes to some scenes.
「 Royal Carriage, En route to the Tristain Academy of Magic | November 7th, 2558, UNSC Calendar. 」
The past few days had become rather busy for all sides. With the Academy being the center of it all. As it was chosen as the venue for the scheduled meeting, alongside the student's Familiar Exhibition, everyone had been swamped with work to make sure it went off without any major complications.
As the sun rose and that day finally came, they all knew things would never be the same.
"That's quite the view." Agnés said from Princess Henrietta's side, she was the one trusted to accompany the Princess on her carriage on their way to the Academy. An enviable position to those from the outside looking in, but one she took on dutifully.
"Indeed. To see them from the Capital is one thing. But, up close? They're truly enormous." Princess Henrietta replied. It was a surreal sight to see, something she still couldn't fully wrap her mind around as ships in Halkeginia were never built to such a scale.
"Whatever comes our way, Your Highness. Just say the word and I shall deal with it personally." Agnés declared whilst brandishing her rapier.
She had always been quite loyal, almost to a fault. But Henrietta hoped her friend would tone down such behavior.
"Agnés, you need not do such a thing. Our new friends seem quite amicable, no?" She tried to assuage her friend.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness. But I cannot allow myself to be so optimistic." Agnés said. "In case they're exploiting your goodwill. I will not be so tolerant."
Henrietta frowned. Realistically, while she wanted what was best for her people. She also wanted to be optimistic. From the reports sent to the Palace they had received from the personnel sent in advance. The UNSC didn't seem to be all bad.
For one: They did not appear to discriminate between classes or gender. Something she was quite happy to hear about. When the reports mentioned female soldiers among them.
She had initially thought they were treated similarly to her Musketeers when she read the reports. A token fighting force in the eyes of nobility.
But to her surprise. They were actually integrated into their military proper. Though this was only seen amongst their common levies, the 'Marines' as they were called. She wondered how their noble soldiers acted in comparison.
She looked forward to meeting them in person. Though, the words from the Regent, Cardinal Mazarin, echoed through her mind.
He had warned her not to be too trusting. As these foreigners were almost completely alien to their way of life. Using strange magics and unknown technology.
They may or may not have been under Founder Brimir's saving grace. For all they knew, they may have consorted with the Elves to gain such power. A thought that frightened her should it come to be proven true.
Shaking her head out of her thoughts. She looked out the carriage window. The walls of The Academy coming into view.
The Queen of Tristain sat alongside one of her few trusted friends. The Duchess de la Vallière, Karin, of the Heavy Wind.
She had volunteered to be the Queen's escort for this meeting. In lieu of the missing Captain of the Gryphon Knights, the Viscount de Wardes.
"I still think these people are responsible." Muttered Karin.
Ever since the UNSC had arrived, a string of disappearances involving several nobles had begun to occur. While a number of them could be understood as a consequence of their ignorance when they were sent to investigate the UNSCs ships, resulting in their capture.
But others such as the Royal Messager, Count Mott, who were not involved in such a thing; was a baffling case.
"Do you really think so, Karin?" Asked the Queen.
"It lines up. They arrived, we sent people to investigate them, they never returned. But what bothers me is how someone like the Count could go missing as well." The Duchess began to explain.
When the Count failed to turn up a week ago. She went to investigate his estate. Only to find it looted of any valuables and left to the elements. Seemingly attacked beforehand as the scars of battle could be found among the ruins of the Count's manor.
While she could think of a few suspects who wanted the Count gone. None were as brazen as to attack a Count so openly. Which left the most likely ones to be their new neighbors.
"Karin, for both our sakes. I hope you're wrong. It's truly troubling for us not to know what goes on within our own borders" The Queen said.
Muttering a silent prayer to the Founder. She steeled herself for the meeting ahead.
/ UNSC Pelican, en route to the Tristain Academy of Magic. 0900 hrs. /
As far as the upcoming meeting was concerned, Captain Morgan had a fairly simple plan. He would state their terms, mingle with the local leaders, and then leave the rest to his subordinates, who were much more adept at maneuvering across the battlefield of politics than he ever could..
To him, it was a sound plan. But, it was one that left him uncomfortable, as he wouldn't have much involvement after handing it off. He was used to seeing things through whenever he executed his objectives, which was why he was more at home "behind the wheel" of a starship.
The busyness of the ship's bridge was almost like a second home to him. He considered the infinite void of space his comfort zone.
He straightened his posture as he sat in his seat - more to calm his nerves than anything else. He could willingly face down a Covenant Elite in the face back in the day. But he couldn't bring himself to stoop so low to the backstabbing business in diplomacy.
Going over the plan once more in his head. He was interrupted by one of the other people beside him in the Pelican's bay. Dr. Belle. She had volunteered to come with them during this meeting.
"Dr. Belle, what is it?" He asked.
She looked at him as if eager to say something, but she hesitated for a moment. Considering the words that would come out of her mouth.
"Would you be telling them about the circumstances that brought us here?" She finally said.
Captain Morgan had considered that. But he wasn't sure how the locals would accept it, considering they only had the very basic of basics when it came to scientific knowledge.
He didn't even know how to begin explaining the concept of interstellar colonization to them. But, ultimately, he decided to go ahead with it. He knew their actions would have drastic effects upon this world. But he couldn't back away now. Telling them of a greater threat would only be fair in the long run.
"Yes. I will be." Captain Morgan bluntly said.
"What about Dr. Hiraga?"
"Like I said last time, we won't be burdening the man with that responsibility." He could give the man at least that much.
"We'll tell them that their 'spell' attempted to summon our entire fleet. Not a single man. They may try to pin all the blame on him if word gets out." He continued.
"And what of our guests?" The voice of Lieutenant Redding chimed in. He had been listening to the conversation this whole time.
"The circumstances which brought the Viscount of Wardes and Count Mott to our custody. Are to be told without omitting any detail." He declared.
Captain Morgan stopped and raised a hand to interrupt Lieutenant Redding who was about to say something. "While I'm aware of the potential security risks. This 'Reconquista' faction has proven itself to be more than just an Albionian problem. They need to be made aware of the threat within."
"Very well, Captain. I'll defer to your judgment." Lieutenant Redding said as he backed off.
"How are you going to convince them? They won't just take our word for it." Dr. Belle asked
"I've got that part covered. Don't worry." was the response that came from Lieutenant Redding.
"We're nearing the Academy." came the voice of the Pelican's pilot over the aircraft's speaker.
Captain Morgan walked forward to the cockpit to see the view as they came upon the area. Flying high above the skies of Halkeginia, were the familiar forms of the D77-TC Pelicans in flight. Though they weren't the only ones sharing the skies today, as two others had joined them.
A Phantom Dropship belonging to the Swords of Sanghelios trailed behind his Pelican. V'tas Malum had requested to participate in the meeting as well. Captain Morgan had no reason to refuse.
Though he was a bit concerned with how the natives would react to seeing actual aliens for the first time. He'd heard of their xenophobia towards the Elves that lived on the other side of the continent. He was afraid they'd react the same way, but the Kaidon assured him that it would be no problem.
The other aircraft besides them was another Pelican, which had Commander Mira Parker and her own escorts onboard. Apparently eager to "check out the sights" as the Commander had said. Commander Ferdinand would have joined as well. But he and his crew on the Fires Of Liberation had already set forth on their exploratory mission.
Commander Ferdinand's mission was deemed important enough to warrant the assignment of a single Spartan-IV Team. Though Captain Morgan felt he was being too paranoid with assigning them on a seemingly low-risk mission. He had an uneasy feeling about it that he couldn't quite discount.
Everything on this planet seemed to throw a curveball at them when it came to disrupting plans and developments, so it was better to go for overkill than be underprepared as it turned out.
Though, for once, he did feel cautiously optimistic about the upcoming meeting.
The Pelican came to hover and stopped above a courtyard. The place had been requisitioned by the UNSC for the duration of their stay during the Exhibition. Turning the once clean and quiet courtyard into a militaristic looking miniature base for the UNSC.
A drastic transformation which put many of the locals into a state of unease at the developments. As it looked like they had become an occupation force within one of the few recognized apolitical neutral territories on the continent.
As the Pelican began its descent, he could see through the cockpit's canopy how a crowd had formed. At the head of it, were the people they came here to meet. With a nod to the Pilot as thanks. He set off to disembark.
「Tristain Academy of Magic, Entrance.」
The gates to the Academy were opened wide as a column of regal looking armed knights led the procession.
The cheering of the crowds heralded the arrival of Her Majesties, the Queen and Princess of Tristain, as an elegant carriage was led forth by four golden-helmeted stallions on the way to the Magic Academy.
Noble capes fluttered in the wind as the riders led their way to the Academy. But what really stood out among the procession - was one rather ornate carriage.
Detailed with exquisitely adorations of gold, silver, and platinum sculptures melded into the structure itself. The symbols depicted the Royal Seals of the country, signifying to whom the carriage belonged to. An impressive display of Halkeginian artistry, an incredible feat by itself, but the Royal's carriage was led by Unicorns of all creatures.
Instead of an ordinary horse. These horned creatures were such a rare sight, that to have tamed enough of them for a carriage was impressive. According to legend, unicorns would only allow the purest girls to ride them, so they were the best for leading the carriage of the Princess.
More carriages trailed behind, escorted by riders which acted as the rear guard. Trailing behind the country's royals, was the one belonging to the current Regent of the Kingdom. The one who held absolute authority since the previous King had passed, Cardinal Mazarin.
His carriage was no less magnificent than the ones belonging to Her Majesty the Queen's and her Royal Highness the Princess, in fact, one could say it was even more embellished. Signifying to the rest who truly held the most sway when it came to influence at the time.
Though he wasn't a member of the royal family, he was part of the Church of Brimir, sent directly from the Vatican in Romalia. Nobody could speak out against a man with such power, the authority of the nobles afterall, was absolute.
The procession had come to a halt as soon as they all entered the Academy grounds proper. Stopping just short of the main administrative building, where hundreds of staff and students alike waited to catch a glimpse of them as they stepped foot into view.
"Announcing the arrival of her Majesties, the Queen of Tristain, Marianne de Tristain. And the Princess of Tristain, Henrietta de Tristain." A crier shouted in announcement. His voice was amplified by a wind mage to let it carry over the entire grounds.
Director Osmond, who had been watching the procession from amongst the crowd of staff belonging to the academy, proceeded to move towards the carriages. In tow were some of the UNSC's security detail, Colonel Williams, of their Marine detachment, and several of their black clad Helljumpers. The actual UNSC delegation had not arrived yet.
A rather ornately dressed man had exited one of the other carriages first. Opening the doors to the ones belonging to the Queen, then the Princess'.
The view of the Royals had given new life to the cheers coming from the spectating crowds. Princess Henrietta in particular. Elicited a great amount of cheer and it had been almost deafening in volume.
She waved to the people alongside her mother as they made their way towards the Academy.
Director Osmond stepped forward to intercept them and gave a deep bow.
"Your Majesties. You honor us with your presence on this fine day." He said, almost reverently.
At the sight of a man over twice her mother's age kowtowing to her. Henrietta felt a pang of guilt.
"Please, rise, Director. There is no need for you to lower yourself as such. Your enthusiasm and dedication is more than enough proof of your virtue." The Queen said. She too felt awkward at the gesture.
The Director got up and stood straight again. A smile on his face. Truly, they were kind rulers. He thought.
A Romalian man had followed suit. Wearing an outfit associated with those within the Vatican. He was unmistakably Cardinal Mazarin.
"A fine day, Director Osmond." The man greeted with a smile.
"A fine day indeed, Cardinal Mazarin." The Director turned to respond.
"I look forward to this meeting."
"As do I, but it seems our guests have yet to arrive."
A woman in armor arrived next. She had a familiar pink head of hair on her shoulders. But she carried herself like a military person.
"They have not arrived? Well that seems rather rude. Is it not?" The Duchess said with a tense expression.
"I was told they had another delegate aboard from a friendly nation who also wished to participate." The Director deflected. It was a sudden change of plans to accommodate another party into these negotiations, it was done in quite a hurry that it necessitated them delaying the meeting.
"Another? I was under the impression the UNSC were the only ones we had to deal with." Interrupted Princess Henrietta.
"Ah, many pardons, Your Highness. But it is as I say. The UNSC had communicated that they were to bring with them one of their allies. Who was present onboard their flagship when they crashed."
The information was startling to the natives. If bringing in one foreign force was enough of an incident. Involving another would be disastrous.
"Who will be joining us?" The Cardinal asked.
"I wasn't privy to the exact details. But we have reserved a courtyard as a landing zone for them." He motioned for them to follow him.
The Director led the group to another section of the Academy. One which had been radically altered by the UNSC presence. Visible around them were the sight of strange structures and facilities erected on the Academy grounds.
Each building was guarded at all times by an armed soldier. Wielding their strange muskets and wearing their even stranger uniforms. A drab greenish color for their light armor which covered their bodies, and some sort of tunic and pants combination underneath. It was a ghastly sight to those who were more fashion oriented as they walked passed them.
The buildings they guarded were built with a simplistic design. With many appearing to be nothing but gray undetailed boxes. But they could tell a certain degree of craftsmanship was present. They all appeared robust and sturdy. Like they could handle a spell coming from even a Square-class Earth mage attempting to bring it down to its base materials. Although they had no way to test such a theory.
The Director and Colonel Williams escorted the Tristainian delegation through the area. With the Colonel assuring them that they'll be fine as long as they didn't do anything dangerous or suspicious. This line of thought only led the eyes of the natives into thinking that the UNSC were incredibly paranoid.
As the group came to a stop in front of a cleared area, they were told by the guards around them to stay put rather tightly in a packed space, though it was clear that there was enough room for all of them to fit more comfortably.
There was enough open area around them that was clear enough for a dozen dragons to land on. They wondered what kind of transportation the UNSC would arrive in that would warrant such a wide clearance.
"Flyboys, say they're about 10 mikes out." A Marine walked up to Colonel Williams and reported.
The Colonel nodded in response and started giving out orders. One by one, soldiers began to file in. About half of the security detail came to the area. They were the ones who weren't on guard duty that came to show up.
Aligning themselves in perfectly neat rows and columns. They set their position parallel to each other around the designated "landing zone."
They stood at attention. An action drilled into them. Something the more military minded among the Tristainians recognized.
Some of the nobles had openly gawked at the overly blatant display of military force. The way the UNSC timed their arrival with the Royals, was clear to see.
They had wanted to impress upon them that they will not bow down with a show of force. A force they would be more than eager to meet. She had to admit, it was an impressive sight. Especially given how their common levies were equipped with absurdly advanced muskets, yet still held discipline.
When they finally set themselves into position. The sight of three aircraft came into view. Two of them, recognizable as the "Pelicans" of the UNSC with a third reddish colored one trailing behind.
The design was strange. One with elegant curves akin to a sea creature. The way it floated, eerily similar to one as well. This one was assumed to have belonged to their mysterious ally.
As the trio of aircraft set down and opened up. The UNSC's leadership had come into view. Standing stoic and proud, with clean pressed uniforms. The hallmarks of a culture steeped in military tradition and honors.
A man led the procession from their side. As they stepped out into the court, clad in the now familiar black armor of some of the soldiers they had first seen before. They had a menacing impression about them. He motioned for the unarmored ones behind him to stay close.
Behind the black armor clad soldiers, were their leaders. Captain Morgan of their flagship, the Eternity. Was the first to be recognized by Director Osmond.
Following behind were the familiar faces of Lieutenant Redding and Dr. Belle.
As the UNSC delegation approached, the UNSC soldiers immediately snapped into a salute simultaneously. An impressive display of discipline and order.
But to the Duchess, this act just seemed to fuel her sense of paranoia. As she watched the soldiers move in unison.
"I apologize for being late, Director." Said Captain Morgan as he came forwards.
"To you as well, your majesties." He deferred to the two royals behind him.
"It is no trouble at all, Ser Captain." Said the Queen, her tone as diplomatically neutral as possible. "I had heard your people experienced some delays due to your… Ally, was it? Wishing to participate."
"Ah, yes. That would be our friends representing Sanghelios. They wished to be part of our meeting." Captain Morgan responded.
The Queen looked confused at the name. It wasn't mentioned in any of their correspondences before. But seeing as the UNSC appeared to try to be open. She acknowledged it must have been an impromptu decision.
"Then we shall have them be included. If they're an ally to you, then we shall treat them with as much courtesy." The Queen responded.
"Good, they'll like to hear that. But…" he trailed off. "Word of warning. Try not to be too shocked. Our allies aren't exactly human." Captain Morgan said.
The Duchess de La Vallière stepped up after hearing that. "What do you mean not human? You aren't consorting with the Elves of all people, are you?" She asked calmly. Lowering her voice to prevent a panic.
"No such thing as an Elf where we come from, I assure you. I'm just saying that our allies are quite alien to anything you've ever seen." Captain Morgan deflected.
As he said that. The sight of three tall figures came into view. Trailed behind by several smaller hunchbacked creatures. The one in the lead. Had an ornate set of armor on its person. Colored an elegant red with white accents.
The figures stood at an easy eight feet tall, dwarfing those among the crowd gathered with their imposing stature. They stood tall and proud with a regal bearing. The creatures seemed to fit the definition of noble.
The creature had come closer, its inhuman form now evident. Opening its mandibles to speak. It gave a short greeting. They were vaguely reptilian in form. Digitigrade legs were evident by their odd foot shapes when they approached. Leathery skin covered their bodies and sharp claws and teeth were evident as they approached.
"Greetings, humans." The creature spoke. Its tone came off as deep and bassy.
Some of the nobles who had been watching seemed to have been struck with fear and awe at their sight.
The Duchess gave the creatures a weary look. They were unrecognizable. She hadn't encountered such a race in any of the books from Tristain's extensive libraries, nor in her adventures in service to the crown, of which had brought her all over Halkeginia, facing all manners of strange beasts.
These creatures were truly alien. In every sense of the word.
The Queen and Princess on the other hand. Were at a loss for words. Having expected to be engaging in diplomacy with a fellow human nation. The presence of their guest's allies had left them dumbfounded.
Seeing the shock on their faces not leaving any time soon. Captain Morgan coughed dryly to interrupt the mood. The creature gave what passed for a chuckle with its mandibles in response.
"Let me introduce you to V'tas Malum. Representative of the Swords of Sanghelios onboard the UNSC Eternity. An ally of the UEG." Captain Morgan introduced him.
The creature put a hand on its chest and bowed its head reverently.
"Do not be alarmed. We are not here to cause undue trouble." It spoke.
The first to break out of their stupor, was Princess Henrietta. Swallowing her fears for a moment, she moved to approach.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ser… Malum?" She greeted in attempt.
It held out a hand in response. "Please, call me V'tas. Referring to me by my clan's name makes me feel old. Besides, I'm only 67 years of age. I am still in my prime." It explained with a hint of pride in its voice.
The Duchess interceded between the two. Putting some distance between the Princess and the creature. She didn't know what to make of them.
"What. Are you?" She asked. To which the creature gruffed in response.
"A Sangheili. Your species calls us by the moniker of Elites"
"Our species? You mean humans? As far as I know. We've never encountered you creatures before."
"Not in this world. No."
The Duchess seemed shocked at the response.
"If you have any further questions. You may ask them at the conclusion of our meeting." Said the creature, now identified as an Elite.
The Elite moved away from the Duchess as he felt the conversation conclude. Siding with the UNSC delegation.
"Sure made quite an impression, didn't you?" Chimed in the voice of Commander Parker. As V'tas had spoken with the Tristainians she made her way over.
"It's easy to impress your will on… primitives." The Elite said in response.
/ Tristain Academy of Magic, Meeting Room. /
The Tristainian and UNSC/Swords delegation made their way to a refurbished classroom. One which had been cleared to be used as the chosen venue for this occasion. One by one they filed in, with some other nobles who had come to visit, filling in the empty seats as witnesses.
A combined security detail of the Humans on the UNSC and Tristainian side, were reinforced by those from the Swords of Sanghelios as they stood guard outside.
Sitting on a round table, something suggested by the UNSC. The groups took their places.
Director Osmond had kindly enough. Volunteered as a mediator for the meeting. Citing his position as the Director of the Academy as his credentials.
Seeing no issue with this, the meeting finally began.
Cardinal Mazarin took this opportunity to begin the discussions. "Esteemed guests. While the Director has kindly informed us of your circumstances. A matter which appears to be a fault on our own side." He grimaced upon admission. "We wish to inquire of your people's future plans."
Captain Morgan gave a sidelong glance to his compatriots. Eyes looking over to see if they were ready to begin. After a moment when they all nodded in affirmation. He began.
"The Eternity and her crew of 19,000 has already begun attempting to make repairs for our vessel. Our most optimistic estimates for the completion of repairs places us between 20-30 years. At minimum, for the time to completion due to the lack of our proper equipment to speed up the process. As it stands, we are stranded here and we cannot allow the Eternity to fall into unknown hands." Captain Morgan responded after a moment of contemplation.
"Conducting repairs then? Would our people be able to help you in your efforts? It's the least we could do for putting your people in such a situation." The Cardinal asked.
The Duchess' ears perked up at the Cardinal's proposal. When she heard of the size of the ship. She had wanted to gather more information on them. If the UNSC agreed to it, she could finally have eyes on the inside.
Lieutenant Redding at Captain Morgan's side gave out a laugh in response. "Unless you have people capable of understanding nuclear physics and advanced sciences. Then I'm afraid not, Cardinal." He said.
"Nuclear Physics? Advanced Sciences? Are these parts of your strange magic?" Asked the Princess. She had been curious as to how these people worked their strange technology.
"It's not magic." Dr. Belle said in annoyance. "It's simply the application of theories of the systematic study of the structure and behavior of the physical and natural world through observation and experiment."
"I'm afraid you lost me there." Chimed in the Duchess de la Vallière. "How is that not magic?"
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. So we may as well call it that, Doctor." Said Lieutenant Redding in jest. He had found this meeting so far to be rather humorous.
"I'd rather not call my life's work such a thing, Lieutenant." She rebuked the man.
"It's basically magic to these people."
"Yes, but it's not magic."
"For simplicity's sake. Doctor. I'm afraid we'll just have to say it is. For the Tristainian's understanding." Interrupted Captain Morgan.
Captain Morgan turned to the Cardinal. "Our ship was built carefully and with every resource available to the best and brightest of the UEG, Cardinal, I'm not intending to be rude with this statement. But, your people don't have the qualifications to work on such a scale of engineering." He bluntly stated.
While the Duchess felt somewhat insulted by his words. She could begrudgingly agree with them. The size of those ships rivaled any of those found in Halkeginia. She had to concede at that point.
"Very well then. What else was there to discuss?" The Cardinal attempted to switch topics.
Captain Morgan proceeded to pull out a circular device and then placed it on the center of the table. With curious gazes the room turned to look at it. An ethereal image began to form above them as bluish-white lights illuminated the room.
The image appeared to be the surrounding areas around them. One recognized by those who had spent a significant amount of time in flight.
Captain Morgan pointed to a section on the image. Showing a bird's eye view of the UNSC's crash site and the location of Alpha Base.
"We'd like to set up an exclusion zone within the area you call The Dark Forest. We're aware that we are technically squatting on your own soil. But to our understanding ― this forested region is basically unclaimed, no?" The image began to highlight the area around the site red.
"Filled with all manners of dangerous creatures and barely arable land. It's not worth much to you." Captain Morgan explained.
"What are you proposing, Captain?" The Queen chimed in for the first time. "This land belongs to Tristain. I cannot just hand it over."
"You don't need to. If it's possible. We'd like to purchase the land around our ship. For the duration of our stay." Captain Morgan offered.
"Do you intend to settle?"
"If possible, yes. But we wish to retain our sovereignty. By purchasing this small section and claiming it as UNSC territory. We could guarantee this."
The Queen thought for a moment. She looked to her regent. The Cardinal who seemed to have been pondering the offer. Silently making quick mental calculations.
"How large of an amount of land are you to purchase. And what other things will you offer in turn?" The Cardinal asked on the Queen's behalf.
Captain Morgan pointed to the image on the projector. An area within a 20km radius around the Eternity had been highlighted in red, with the UNSC symbol on it.
"We'd like to purchase the land in a 20 kilometer radius around the Eternity. In return we'll provide aid for anything you ask for ー within reason, in regards to the well-being of your nation and her people." The local noble's ears perked up at this.
"But we will not be brought into any local conflicts." Captain Morgan declared.
"That seems… acceptable enough. But there is an issue with the local refugees to consider. Is there nothing else you will ask for?"
"Trade agreements would be appreciated. While we can produce our own food. It won't be enough in the short term as we hadn't planned on being marooned here." Said Captain Morgan.
"We'd also like for the option to add addendums to any agreements made here if we encounter issues in the future." Lieutenant Redding added after Captain Morgan.
"That is more than reasonable then. But what would your people be willing to trade? I imagine military secrets would be unacceptable considering your people's… attitude. From what we've seen. Your people appear quite militant." The Cardinal asked after mulling over the offer.
"Trading military equipment would be problematic. We don't exactly have permission to do so. But, we may be able to help you improve on your own designs."
Captain Morgan changed the image on the projector. This time displaying the familiar sight of a musket and cannons.
"Our people have grown past the need for gunpowder weapons like this. But we may be able to distribute to you the blueprints on how to construct improved versions of your own weapons."
The nobles in the room gawked at the sight. They didn't like the idea of commoners having superior firepower. It would upset the balance of their society.
"A tempting offer. But that would be problematic for the nobility. The development of firearms are intentionally stunted to prevent the common masses from rising up beneath us." Said the Cardinal.
"Intentionally? So you're holding yourselves back on purpose." Dr. Belle accused.
"No, we are not stifling ourselves. Merely upholding tradition. After all, it was The Founder, Brimir's decree that we of the nobility be the ones to lead the people." The Duchess responded with a glare.
At this response Dr. Belle felt disgusted. She knew these people were backwards. But to act this way intentionally, did not sit right with her.
"I think we're going to have an issue on that front." Captain Morgan said.
"What ever do you mean by that, Ser Captain?" The Duchess asked, genuinely curious, but with an added hint of venom in her tone.
"None of us, as far as I know, on the UNSC side, are nobles or descended from nobles."
Captain Morgan's words came at a shock to the natives.
"But, how can that be? Your magical technologies would surely only be possible with the aid of nobles, no?" The Cardinal interrupted.
Captain Morgan took a breath. Wondering how to best articulate the next words to come out of his mouth to prevent any possible cultural issues.
"The Nobility has not exactly been relevant in our society for the past six-hundred years." Captain Morgan said.
"A series of unfortunate wars which led to the ruins of old empires. Had basically proven the ineptitude of our own nobles. From then on we've governed ourselves differently. Electing those we saw as competent, in charge."
Captain Morgan changed the projection to show Earth.
"Over the centuries. We began to accelerate in development at an unprecedented rate. By the turn of the millennium, six-hundred years ago. We reached the stars."
The projection showed an image of starships voyaging out into space. The sight was awe-inspiring, but inconceivable to the natives around them. While they were vaguely aware of the concept of space and the existence of other planets. Reaching out to them was nothing but a dream. This revelation was met with most of the natives' in disbelief.
"Which is where our friends here are from" he pointed to the Sangheili who had politely chosen to stay quiet during the meeting.
The Elite gave what passed for a grin on his visage at the mention.
"That's preposterous. It is impossible for an airship to venture beyond the clouds and into the stars themselves." Declared a noble in the audience.
"Impossible for you, maybe. But we did it. Without the aid of magic to boot." Captain Morgan said in response, his eyes held a sheen of nostalgia at the sight of Earth on the projection.
The Duchess took in this information. While the claims were dubious at best. She couldn't outright dismiss them. She decided to ask them a different question to change the topic.
"What happened to your nobles then? I imagine if it's as you say, that they led themselves to ruin. That your people in turn were not happy with them."
Captain Morgan thought for a moment. While it was true that the nobility had been largely irrelevant now. From time to time, some of them had been involved in notable events in recent history.
"Became figureheads, mostly. They are no longer in any position of power in governance. Not unless they earned the position themselves through merit. The only person in living memory I could remember bearing any shred of nobility, would be our Fleet Admiral, Lord Terrence Hood. An exemplary man who has led us through our darkest hours. He is the person in charge of the entire UNSC."
"So you do have nobles then?" The Duchess inquired.
"Not exactly like yours, but in a sense, yes. Though our own armed forces are entirely voluntary. Nobody that you see before you was pressed into service like a common levy. We all earned our spot here." Captain Morgan said.
"Are you implying that we did not earn ours?" Shouted a nobleman from the back.
Captain Morgan quirked an eyebrow at the question.
Shouts began to grow and arguments formed. The meeting room was slowly delving into chaos.
The Director, who had been largely silent up to now. Stood up. And hit the room with a powerful gust of wind.
Blowing away anything not bolted down. The rabble quieted in response.
"I believe it would be an appropriate time for us to have a recess. The students outside are quite eager to impress upon you their skills and their familiars on this wondrous day for the Exhibition after all." The Director declared.
Sensing no room to argue, most of them began to disperse.
Except for the Queen, Cardinal, the Duchess and Director Osmond on the Tristainian side. The UNSC had asked for them to stay behind for a short while. They had something important to say.
/ Tristain Academy of Magic, Exhibition Grounds, 1200 hrs. /
While the Exhibition proper would not begin until after sunset. That didn't mean the celebrations hadn't already begun.
With the increased presence of people around. The Academy had pretty much turned into a full blown festival town.
Students and Nobles, on the Tristainian side. Stood in awe at the displays shown by the UNSC. Their strange technologies impressing the locals with their novelty.
On the UNSC side: Their civilians and off duty soldiers. Had spent the time admiring the local culture and exotic creatures. The sight of something like a fire breathing lizard or a giant blue dragon, being something to behold.
"What the hell is that thing?" Said a Marine as be pointed at a floating eyeball with wings.
"Looks like an eyeball to me."
"Yeah, I can see that, genius. I was wondering why the hell there's a floating eyeball here."
The Eyeball's owner being incensed at the conversation approached the Marines.
"That, my good sirs. Is my Familiar you're talking about."
"I'm not familiar with the term." Said a Marine in response.
A smack on his head was what he got in turn.
"No room for puns here, smartass."
"Hey, I'm allowed to have my fun when off duty."
Such was the sight seen by Fouquet. She had been observing the Exhibition grounds for the past few hours. Probing for any signs of weaknesses.
She sighed in disappointment. Aside from potentially doing something using one of the UNSC's power generators. She had no other lead.
She had made up her mind to finally go ahead and commit to the theft. But she had some issues actually going about it. The Vault itself was protected by several layers of spells. Something she would have trouble going through herself.
But perhaps she didn't need to. Remembering the fact that the generators could explode violently, if the words of that one man could be believed, she set off with a plan in mind.
/ Tristain Academy of Magic, Meeting Room, 1600 hrs. /
While the meeting had officially concluded hours ago. The rest of the people in attendance had gone off to watch the Familiar Exhibition. The Queen and Cardinal Mazarin stayed behind, along with the Duchess de La Vallière.
After their recess earlier, they had been brought up to speed with some startling revelations. The Viscount de Wardes and many others within her country, were subversives. Working for the rebellion known as Reconquista.
Karin's face frowned at the accusations. She had helped the Viscount rise to his current position.
While they were initially skeptical, Lieutenant Redding had then shown them irrefutable proof. As the Viscount himself was brought before them.
The man appeared to be a broken mess. Although physically healthy, his spirits were crushed. It seems the UNSC took issue with his spying business.
"Karin…" the Viscount weakly said as he struggled to meet her eyes in shame. He looked to be well physically speaking. But his spirits seemed crushed.
"This man is one such subversive element." Lieutenant Redding said.
He procured a hard copy of the documents found on the Count's Estate. Correspondents that could be traced back between him and some agents acting on behalf of Reconquista.
To think that they were being sabotaged from within. And the shame of having it taken a foreign force to discover it. As troubling as this was, they were now indebted to these UNSC.
"But what would bring such a man like yourself, Jean, to betray your country?" Pleaded the Queen.
The Viscount said nothing as traces of shame was evident on his face.
"Perhaps this Cromwell character has some dirt on him?" Asked Captain Morgan. He wasn't privy to the details of the interrogation. Most of the information was something he heard for the first time just now.
"That's something he hasn't given up, yet." Lieutenant Redding answered.
The Viscount flinched in response. He had been clearly traumatized by their methods.
"No. No, more of this." The Queen declared.
"Her Highness, is correct. The Viscount is a citizen of Tristain. He should be under our jurisdiction." The Cardinal chimed in.
The Duchess had just remained silent. Contempt on her face as she looked at the men she once considered akin to a son. The one she trained to be her replacement as Captain of the Gryphon Knights. She held herself back from attacking the man out of spite. His betrayal had struck her to her core.
"We're more than happy to turn him over. Along with that bastard of a Count. It's getting harder by the day to stop my men from beating that man senseless." Lieutenant Redding said with a smirk.
The Queen seemed appalled at how open the man was with his brutality.
"We'll send the Count to you after the meeting. He's given us pretty much everything. Including names and plots." The Lieutenant said.
"We would appreciate it if you forwa-" the Queen was about to say before the sound of an explosion interrupted their current topic.
The noise emanated from the outside. The cracking of gunfire and magic being cast could be heard from where they stood.
"It seems we'll have to move that for later. It seems we have a situation." Captain Morgan declared.
「 Tristain Academy of Magic , Exhibition grounds. 」
It had been easy. Too easy in fact to steal this "power generator."
It was found in a tent along with a bunch of supplies she didn't know the purpose of that were left unattended.
She felt it was almost like a trap, given how unguarded the device was. It was just left alone, along with some very clear warnings written in Tristainian beside it. Warning others to: "Not disturb the device, lest there be explosive consequences."
Whatever that meant. She didn't know whether it was a joke, or if it was serious, but she was desperate enough to try and find out.
After creating a miniature Golem out of the earth. She ordered it to carry the generator towards the wall behind the Vault. With a quick mental order. She took cover behind another building and ordered the golem to destroy the generator.
It took several smacks. But the device began to crackle with energy. It began to hum an almost otherworldly growl. Before a final hit from the Golem caused it to explode violently.
Destroying not just the wall. But almost everything else around it. Causing nearby portions to collapse, including a good portion of the Academy building housing the wall.
Fouquet began to panic. "No, no, no! This wasn't supposed to happen!"
She summoned another golem and rode in on it to approach the now destroyed vault.
Scavenging among the destroyed pile of priceless artifacts, she scoured the room for the Staff of Destruction. The very item she was ordered to retrieve. But to her horror. It seemed to have melted in the explosion. Nothing in the room survived the intense heat from that explosion she caused.
"Founder, damn you. I didn't expect it to be so potent." She grimaced.
The sounds of footsteps and shouting from the outside had caught her attention. Ceasing her scavenging attempts she moved to make her escape atop her golem.
Commander Parker had been enjoying herself with the Exhibition earlier. Having seated herself next to a talkative young redhead and her friends. They helped fill her in on the show. But she was brought out of her current enjoyment when she was alerted to the sound of a not so distant explosion. Based on how loud it was, it couldn't be too far.
Thinking quickly. She organized some of her escorts, a bunch of Marines, and a few Tristainian Mage Knights and Musketeers, into a quick reaction force.
They ran quickly as fast as they possibly could towards the source, only to see the sight of a giant stone monster. A golem. Break into the academy with a person in tow.
"That must've been what caused the explosion." She shouted.
"Jenkins, run back and get a SPNKr, we're going to need the extra firepower." She ordered a Marine.
"Yes, ma'am." The Marine replied before sprinting off.
"What about that Golem?" Asked a mage knight.
She pondered for a moment. Given the size, the Golem reminded her of a Scarab, perhaps they could treat it as such.
"We've taken down bigger. We need to hold it back before it tries anything else."
"How? You're not exactly an earth mage that could unsummon a living wall of earth!" Shouted back the knight.
Commander Parker shot him a glare. "Then go ahead and find us a skilled earth mage then! We're running out of time." She shouted.
The Golem was trying to step away from the scene and escape. Something she couldn't allow it to do.
"Everyone, open fire and get its attention!" Ordered Commander Parker.
"Roger." Chorused the troops.
As one the Marines and Musketeers began to shoot lead into the golem. Though their rounds had seemingly no effect. Simply sinking into the "skin" of the golem as it went on undeterred.
The distant cracks of their guns impacted into the surface of the earthen construct in a puff of smoke. Barely putting in any damage to the golem.
The Mage Knights flinging spell after spell had fared better. With each hit seeming to chip away at the Golem's form. Giving the impression that it was slowly eroding.
It appeared to be handling magical attacks poorly. But it wasn't enough. Noticing this, the Marines and Musketeers began concentrating their fire upon the damaged areas the Mage Knights had inflicted. Allowing them to deal much more damage in turn.
The Golem in response. Began to cover itself in more stone. Armoring up as it tried to retaliate by sweeping its large hand across the field where they stood. Nearly hitting Commander Parker in the process, were it not for a timely save as she was pulled back at the last second.
A nearby Marine, sensing the danger, had yanked Commander Parker back. Saving her from almost certain doom.
"Thank you."
The Marine nodded in acknowledgement before returning fire at the golem.
The Golem seemed even more irritated now as it took a step forward. Lumbering over them with the quaking of the ground beneath them in its steps.
STOMP. The ground quaked in response. Putting everyone off balance.
STOMP. The noise resounded as it drew nearer towards them.
STOMP. The third step had thrown everyone off balance at this point. The strength between each landing of its feet had laid everyone down, Commander Parker and her men struggled to get back up.
It attempted to swipe at them another time after sensing their vulnerability. Hitting the same Marine from earlier who was now helping a Musketeer. Flinging him into a nearby wall.
With a loud crack and smack. The man fell limp.
They looked on in horror as the creature moved its hand again. Attempting another swipe.
Closing her eyes. Commander Parker prepared to accept her death.
So this is how I go out? Not fighting against the Innies nor the Covies. But to a glorified mud statue?
The hand drew nearer towards her before a shout echoed throughout the grounds.
"STAND CLEAR!" shouted Jenkins. Who had arrived in a hurry after retrieving a rocket launcher.
With a pwoooosh a rocket launched free of the tube and flew towards the Golem.
It attempted to block, but the explosion dispersed not just the arm it used to shield itself, but the dirt around it as well.
Now missing a limb, the Golem was knocked back.
Just in time for the SPNKr to rotate in another rocket.
"CLEAR!" shouted Jenkins again as he targeted the Golem once more. Aiming for the head this time.
The Golem anticipating the destructive potential of the rocket. Attempted to evade.
It wasn't fast enough to dodge it completely, but it was enough to make it hit somewhere less vital.
The rocket missed the head but destroyed its left shoulder. Knocking it back.
Sensing an opportunity to attack. The Mage Knights charged forward and flung a flurry of spells at the weakened Golem.
The Musketeers in turn helped up Commander Parker on her feet. The golem was nearly beaten and Jenkins had finally finished reloading the launcher.
Seeing this, Commander Parker shouted. "Everyone, get away from the Golem!"
They all turned to look at the Marine who held the M41 SPNKr aloft in his hands. Aimed squarely at the Golem. Ready to deal the killing blow.
Realizing their intent they all backed away before Jenkins shouted once more. "STAND CLEAR!"
The rocket struck the core of the Golem, destroying it in an explosion of dust and soil as it soon began collapsing on the spot. It crumbled into a mound of dirt after the hit. Smoke trails from the rocket being the only remnant left of the attack.
"Is it over?" Asked Jenkins. Still holding the launcher, ready to fire.
"Yes, it is. You destroyed its core. But we still have to deal with its summoner." Added a Mage Knight.
The Marines and Musketeers had approached the mound of dirt, the remains of the Golem carefully. Looking over to the spot where the "head" once stood. They saw a woman buried underneath.
Long green hair, dirtied by the attacks done upon her coming from the UNSC and Tristainians. She was unconscious.
"It's a woman." A Mage Knight said.
"I think… this must have been Fouquet." Added a Musketeer.
"Is that supposed to be someone famous?" Asked a Marine.
"A notorious criminal, that's who he is. But to think she was a woman all along." The knight responded.
"Man or woman, does that change things?" The Marine responded.
"Not in the long run, no. We've finally caught the bastard. Thanks to that magic of yours." The Musketeer added.
They moved to pull her out of the dirt when another group approached.
"What in The Founder's name happened here?" Shouted an angry Osmond. He had heard the shooting and explosions from quite a distance away and had hurried to organize the professors into service.
But the sight of the destruction wrought, had nearly torn his heart into pieces. The Academy Vault had been broken into and destroyed. Hundreds, if not thousands of years worth of historical artifacts, were gone.
Not to mention the extent of the damage on the Academy grounds itself.
Land was torn asunder. Stones were crushed underfoot. Walls were felled and the vegetation around, burnt to a crisp by the firepower on display.
It seemed as if the place just went through a terrible siege.
He saw the exhausted forms of the Mages, Musketeers and Marines on the ground. Along with a uniformed UNSC officer among them. She appeared to have been the first to arrive on the scene.
Colonel Williams, who had been with him when he came to investigate the interruption. Ran up to the injured soldiers.
"Commander Parker, are you alright?" She crouched down next to her.
"I'm fine. You should see the other guy." Commander Parker jokingly said.
"What happened here?" Colonel Williams asked. She could see the signs of battle. But not why.
"Big guy tried to break in." She pointed to a mound of dirt where a young woman was being pulled free from.
"Big guy?"
"I believe she's referring to the Golem." Replied a mage. He then pointed at a seemingly inconspicuous mound of dirt, where several figures stood over.
Colonel Williams looked back at the exhausted Commander.
"Tried to break into the academy. Don't know why. Jenkins blew it up." She surmised between tired breaths, then pointed to the Marine holding a rocket launcher in his hands.
"Good work by the way, Marine."
Jenkins smiled at the praise.
Director Osmond meanwhile was furious. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for that artifact back, young man." He approached the Marine.
"What?" Jenkins asked.
"The artifact. The one you're holding." He pointed to the SPNKr.
"Sir, with all due respect. This is UNSC property. You have no right to be taking this from me." Jenkins pointed out.
"Preposterous. That artifact is the Staff of Destruction! One of two magical artifacts with powerful spells capable of slaying dragons loaded into it. I'm going to have to ask for it back." Old Osmond pressed.
"Alright what exactly seems to be the problem here?" The Colonel stepped up. She had been listening to their back and forth.
"Your Soldat, here. Has taken Academy property, without permission. I simply wish for it to be returned." Old Osmond said.
"You mean the rocket launcher?" The Colonel asked skeptically. "Director, that weapon is not a magical artifact. It's a high explosive device."
"I'm aware it causes explosions. But it should not be in the hands of a mere common foot soldier!" Osmond defended himself.
"And I'm saying that this." She pointed to the SPNKr. "Is part of the UNSC's arsenal. We brought it with us. It's not one of your artifacts."
The Director seemed taken aback.
"You have more?" He asked.
"We've got them by the boatloads. Why the hell are you so insistent on having it?"
Osmond looked at the weapon once more. Upon closer scrutiny. It did not appear to be the one from the Vault. This weapon appeared to be much newer and slightly different in aesthetics.
"I see. I was mistaken. Forgive me, Madame Colonel." The Director backed off.
The Colonel gave the Marine a pat on his shoulders and praised him for his good work in stopping the golem.
"Did you have it recorded?" She asked.
"My helmet was recording the whole time, Ma'am." He replied.
"Forward it to me. The higher-ups are going to want to see this."
As the Director made his way towards the group who had apprehended the suspect responsible. He halted in his steps when he recognized the person being carried.
"Miss Longueville? How can this be?"
"You know this chick, Director?" Asked a Marine.
"She's my Secrétaire. To think she was Fouquet this whole time. I can't believe it." Stroking his beard in thought.
It makes an uncomfortable amount of sense given what we've just learned though. He mused to himself.
Things just got a whole lot complicated.
Author's Notes: Think I'll end it here. Sorry if it seems the meeting scene felt awkward. I realized far too late that I suck at writing politics. But I didn't want to just brush over the meeting entirely. Hope it's serviceable enough for the plot at least.
As for the other scenes. I could have made them longer. But I'm used to cutting through a lot of the "fat" so to say in writing, that I try to convey things with as few words as possible. If it were any longer I'd just be repeating myself.
Update: Got into a bit of a funk with the latter half of this rewrite, which may seem a bit lazy. But, I didn't really know what to change much at this part tbh.
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Thanks for reading. And as always. I'll see you in the next one. じゃ、またね