Inspired by the quest inspired by Bromeliad's Enemy Quest and obviously also Bromeliad's Enemy...
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Prologue - Gua-Hyas Anisuruma Meiura
Exhack
We Won't Build The Plane!
- Location
- Montreal, Canada
Inspired by the quest inspired by Bromeliad's Enemy Quest and obviously also Bromeliad's Enemy Quest
[ ] You're of the Hyas Clan, a literal giant among all but the largest and most enhanced of humans, with mossy green skin, brown eyes and a colony of symbiotic plants called planisuma for hair. It makes you smell like vanilla. The Hyas Clan are pledged to the Emperor himself as warriors for the Millieu and you were trained as tradition dictated. Your family has a reputation not the most skilled or ferocious, but as unflagging, unstoppable and (some say) unkillable forces of nature. The Clan is much smaller than it used to be, so you find that last part harder and harder to believe. Your parents remarried after losing their first mates in the fighting, and conceived you in some of the darkest days of the conflict.
A little less than six years ago, the Corystes Millieu called off their war of conquest against humanity. You remember being in attendance with your family when the ceasefire was signed, but even that paled to the news of open borders, immigration and trade that followed. Against all reason, your family was one of the first to leave the Perseus Arm and immigrate to human space.
You are Gua-Hyas Anisuruma Meiura, although you go by 'Annie' because you share the opening syllable of your first name with a chimpanzee raised as a child by human scientists at some point in their early space age and that's a good enough reason. You're sitting on some faux-wood bench in an office managed by the local government, in your third-nicest dress and a pair of pumps you bought on thrift. Fidgeting, because the hallway is too air-conditioned and the bench's material is slightly too non-porous to be comfortable on bare skin.
Even though you're their guest and you only came to this stupid meeting because your parents coerced you into doing it and you could leave at any time. Although you won't.
You don't expect to be kept waiting much longer. They invited someone rather important after all, right?
[ ] You're of the royal Hyas line, with elfin features, blue skin and silvery hair that shimmers like spun starmetal. Although low on inheritance (last you checked, it was something like 50th and the current Emperor keeps on having kids), you grew up in the lap of luxury at the Millieu Capital of Danasaro. You received a pretty incredible education and you can expect to receive a generous allowance until the current house is overthrown. Anagathics of the highest quality mean you don't look your unimaginable age.
[ ] You're of the noble Hyas House, with their robust features, two pairs of glassy solid red eyes and jet black hair with an unmistakeable gloss. You are set to inherit the March of Hyas, which connects what humanity calls the Arm of Perseus to the Arm of Orion they rule and have been raised to be an administrator at the estates of your House orbital of Sirisuma. According to human and Millieu media it's your grandfather's fault that the war started and you bear much guilt by proxy. You were born a few decades before the war began.
[ ] You're of the Hyas Family of freetraders, with willowy bodies winnowed by generations in space, golden skin lightly dusted with scales, solid black eyes, cornsilk hair and gleaming ivory horns that curl around your temples. Your family are the first house of trade to arrive in human space and set up exchanges between humanity and the Millieu, paving the way to an era without war. You spent most of your time traveling from port to port and didn't get a formal education until you arrived with your parents, but you're clever and sociable. Your parents had you at the beginning of the war, against counsel.You are Gua-Hyas Anisuruma Meiura, although you go by 'Annie' because you share the opening syllable of your first name with a chimpanzee raised as a child by human scientists at some point in their early space age and that's a good enough reason. You're sitting on some faux-wood bench in an office managed by the local government, in your third-nicest dress and a pair of pumps you bought on thrift. Fidgeting, because the hallway is too air-conditioned and the bench's material is slightly too non-porous to be comfortable on bare skin.
Even though you're their guest and you only came to this stupid meeting because your parents coerced you into doing it and you could leave at any time. Although you won't.
You don't expect to be kept waiting much longer. They invited someone rather important after all, right?
[ ] You're of the royal Hyas line, with elfin features, blue skin and silvery hair that shimmers like spun starmetal. Although low on inheritance (last you checked, it was something like 50th and the current Emperor keeps on having kids), you grew up in the lap of luxury at the Millieu Capital of Danasaro. You received a pretty incredible education and you can expect to receive a generous allowance until the current house is overthrown. Anagathics of the highest quality mean you don't look your unimaginable age.
[ ] You're of the noble Hyas House, with their robust features, two pairs of glassy solid red eyes and jet black hair with an unmistakeable gloss. You are set to inherit the March of Hyas, which connects what humanity calls the Arm of Perseus to the Arm of Orion they rule and have been raised to be an administrator at the estates of your House orbital of Sirisuma. According to human and Millieu media it's your grandfather's fault that the war started and you bear much guilt by proxy. You were born a few decades before the war began.
[ ] You're of the Hyas Clan, a literal giant among all but the largest and most enhanced of humans, with mossy green skin, brown eyes and a colony of symbiotic plants called planisuma for hair. It makes you smell like vanilla. The Hyas Clan are pledged to the Emperor himself as warriors for the Millieu and you were trained as tradition dictated. Your family has a reputation not the most skilled or ferocious, but as unflagging, unstoppable and (some say) unkillable forces of nature. The Clan is much smaller than it used to be, so you find that last part harder and harder to believe. Your parents remarried after losing their first mates in the fighting, and conceived you in some of the darkest days of the conflict.
Exhack
We Won't Build The Plane!
- Location
- Montreal, Canada
Go right ahead.
Through the magic of threadmarking I actually don't need to reserve any posts. Worst-case scenario I can just make a wiki or something.
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Royal Hyas.
1. Princess.
2. Mary sue oooh yeaaaah
1. Princess.
2. Mary sue oooh yeaaaah
[X] You're of the royal Hyas line, with elfin features, blue skin and silvery hair that shimmers like spun starmetal. Although low on inheritance (last you checked, it was something like 50th and the current Emperor keeps on having kids), you grew up in the lap of luxury at the Millieu Capital of Danasaro. You received a pretty incredible education and you can expect to receive a generous allowance until the current house is overthrown. Anagathics of the highest quality mean you don't look your unimaginable age.
UrsaTempest
Don't Panic!
[x] You're of the royal Hyas line, with elfin features, blue skin and silvery hair that shimmers like spun starmetal. Although low on inheritance (last you checked, it was something like 50th and the current Emperor keeps on having kids), you grew up in the lap of luxury at the Millieu Capital of Danasaro. You received a pretty incredible education and you can expect to receive a generous allowance until the current house is overthrown. Anagathics of the highest quality mean you don't look your unimaginable age.
Olive
Silent Princess
[x] You're of the Hyas Family of freetraders, with willowy bodies winnowed by generations in space, golden skin lightly dusted with scales, solid black eyes, cornsilk hair and gleaming ivory horns that curl around your temples. Your family are the first house of trade to arrive in human space and set up exchanges between humanity and the Millieu, paving the way to an era without war. You spent most of your time traveling from port to port and didn't get a formal education until you arrived with your parents, but you're clever and sociable. Your parents had you at the beginning of the war, against counsel.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] You're of the royal Hyas line, with elfin features, blue skin and silvery hair that shimmers like spun starmetal. Although low on inheritance (last you checked, it was something like 50th and the current Emperor keeps on having kids), you grew up in the lap of luxury at the Millieu Capital of Danasaro. You received a pretty incredible education and you can expect to receive a generous allowance until the current house is overthrown. Anagathics of the highest quality mean you don't look your unimaginable age.
[x] You're of the noble Hyas House, with their robust features, two pairs of glassy solid red eyes and jet black hair with an unmistakeable gloss. You are set to inherit the March of Hyas, which connects what humanity calls the Arm of Perseus to the Arm of Orion they rule and have been raised to be an administrator at the estates of your House orbital of Sirisuma. According to human and Millieu media it's your grandfather's fault that the war started and you bear much guilt by proxy. You were born a few decades before the war began.
Prologue - A Princess' War
Exhack
We Won't Build The Plane!
- Location
- Montreal, Canada
You're a space princess and hail from gleaming ecumenopolis of Danasaro, with power and position undreamed of.
What titles did you hold during the war?
[ ] None. You lounged in the Imperial Harem with family and playmates, socialized in the High Court and nursed your intellect devouring the collected corpus of Millieu science and culture in the Grand Library. Mostly, you did whatever you wanted.
[ ] None. You were married off to the Marquis Ra-Cyan in order to ensure his contribution to the conquests of human space but were tragically widowed a decade before the war ended. His estates passed to the children he had with his first wife, although you enjoyed a few good years traveling with his fleet and received his old schooner as a keepsake.
[ ] You were a Cabinet Minister in charge of the Interior. You opposed expansions of the military and eventually the war itself as it increasingly became a machine that devoured talented young people, using the proposed threat of "exotic" humanity to keep the Millieu from unraveling under the weight of centuries of unresolved social ills. You retired after the peace treaty was signed, turned off from politics.
[ ] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.
[ ] You were Rear Admiral of the Seventh Fleet, commanding a thousand ships during the campaign into the Shoulder of Orion. When human forces boxed your group in after feigning surrender at Sirius, you took charge of the retreat and saved hundreds of thousands of lives. The admiralty quietly asked you to "take a sabbatical" for the display of dishonor in retreating instead of punishing the humans responsible, to prevent you from becoming a symbol for the peace movement.
What titles did you hold during the war?
[ ] None. You lounged in the Imperial Harem with family and playmates, socialized in the High Court and nursed your intellect devouring the collected corpus of Millieu science and culture in the Grand Library. Mostly, you did whatever you wanted.
[ ] None. You were married off to the Marquis Ra-Cyan in order to ensure his contribution to the conquests of human space but were tragically widowed a decade before the war ended. His estates passed to the children he had with his first wife, although you enjoyed a few good years traveling with his fleet and received his old schooner as a keepsake.
[ ] You were a Cabinet Minister in charge of the Interior. You opposed expansions of the military and eventually the war itself as it increasingly became a machine that devoured talented young people, using the proposed threat of "exotic" humanity to keep the Millieu from unraveling under the weight of centuries of unresolved social ills. You retired after the peace treaty was signed, turned off from politics.
[ ] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.
[ ] You were Rear Admiral of the Seventh Fleet, commanding a thousand ships during the campaign into the Shoulder of Orion. When human forces boxed your group in after feigning surrender at Sirius, you took charge of the retreat and saved hundreds of thousands of lives. The admiralty quietly asked you to "take a sabbatical" for the display of dishonor in retreating instead of punishing the humans responsible, to prevent you from becoming a symbol for the peace movement.
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- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] You were Rear Admiral of the Seventh Fleet, commanding a thousand ships during the campaign into the Shoulder of Orion. When human forces boxed your group in after feigning surrender at Sirius, you took charge of the retreat and saved hundreds of thousands of lives. The admiralty quietly asked you to "take a sabbatical" for the display of dishonor in retreating instead of punishing the humans responsible, to prevent you from becoming a symbol for the peace movement.
Sarpedon
Knight Errant
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You were a Cabinet Minister in charge of the Interior. You opposed expansions of the military and eventually the war itself as it increasingly became a machine that devoured talented young people, using the proposed threat of "exotic" humanity to keep the Millieu from unraveling under the weight of centuries of unresolved social ills. You retired after the peace treaty was signed, turned off from politics.
[X] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.
[X] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.
[X] You were a Cabinet Minister in charge of the Interior. You opposed expansions of the military and eventually the war itself as it increasingly became a machine that devoured talented young people, using the proposed threat of "exotic" humanity to keep the Millieu from unraveling under the weight of centuries of unresolved social ills. You retired after the peace treaty was signed, turned off from politics.
DannyboyZero
Has a GIF for that
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] None. You lounged in the Imperial Harem with family and playmates, socialized in the High Court and nursed your intellect devouring the collected corpus of Millieu science and culture in the Grand Library. Mostly, you did whatever you wanted.
[X] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.
Shape of Fire
Burns
[X] You were a Cabinet Minister in charge of the Interior. You opposed expansions of the military and eventually the war itself as it increasingly became a machine that devoured talented young people, using the proposed threat of "exotic" humanity to keep the Millieu from unraveling under the weight of centuries of unresolved social ills. You retired after the peace treaty was signed, turned off from politics.
- Location
- SMS Odette II
[x] None. You were married off to the Marquis Ra-Cyan in order to ensure his contribution to the conquests of human space but were tragically widowed a decade before the war ended. His estates passed to the children he had with his first wife, although you enjoyed a few good years traveling with his fleet and received his old schooner as a keepsake.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] None. You were married off to the Marquis Ra-Cyan in order to ensure his contribution to the conquests of human space but were tragically widowed a decade before the war ended. His estates passed to the children he had with his first wife, although you enjoyed a few good years traveling with his fleet and received his old schooner as a keepsake.
Olive
Silent Princess
[x] None. You were married off to the Marquis Ra-Cyan in order to ensure his contribution to the conquests of human space but were tragically widowed a decade before the war ended. His estates passed to the children he had with his first wife, although you enjoyed a few good years traveling with his fleet and received his old schooner as a keepsake.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Fine
[X] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.
[X] You were President of the Imperial Science Academy of Danasaro, in charge of the most important scientific institution in the Corystes Millieu. You oversaw the reverse-engineering of sophisticated terran computers, the dissections of exotic warrior-clade bodies and the development of new weaponry that you knew would one day bring a swift end to the war. It was only your veto against vivisection that kept half of your collegiate from being executed for crimes against sapience.