585.M42 - Time For Sorrow
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
It was a time for war. It was a time for sorrow. It was a time for death to once more swing its scythe across the stars to reap the souls of the departed. And it was a time when the navy realized they had named their newest ship class the "Chamleon" instead of "Chameleon."
The Task Fleets Alpha, Beta, and Gamma slipped their mooring and ignited their engines, the blooming hearts of stars burning within their hulls as the 1st Perfindian and 1st Kriegar SAGs readied themselves within their assigned ships for the tasks to come. One set about with oaths and iron duty in honor clad, while the other, augmented by machinery and metal and blessed oil, busied themselves with contests of martial might, boasts of strength, and celebrations to the last days of their lives or the beginning of a new one instead.
In twinned mirrors did the fleet of the Lamenters set out in turn, their brothers armed and trained, their scouts willing and eager, the serfs of the fleet trained and honed to a fine edge, with no ship unable to burn and fight unto the last in the coming raid and battle.
Both fleets had been augmented with last-minute maintenance, their ships and machines tuned and their spirits roaring for the fights ahead, with orders given to burn and destroy as much as possible and to deny the use of the sacrifices to Chaos, be it by the salvation of liberation or the embrace of ensured oblivion ensured by seven Choirs set aside for the fleets to use as they saw fit.
And at the head of Task Fleet Gamma, Admiral Aspadillia van Herrata sat on the Command Throne of her Leo Heavy Cruiser, orders buzzing in her head by the writ of High Admiral K-532 to truly put her ship through the paces and give him the battles he was built for.
But for most, this spectacle of fleets burning against the maws of Chaos, was but a side-show compared to the debates and vitriol spewn within Cradle Station as the arguments and discussions for the Last Resting Place of the Prophet seemed to near their ends.
And what an end it was:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] [Write-In the Mausoleum of Teeln]
-[X] First Hymnal Bnuy is buried/interred/cremated/situated next to him.
(The above is mandatory and need not be voted upon.)
The Task Fleets Alpha, Beta, and Gamma slipped their mooring and ignited their engines, the blooming hearts of stars burning within their hulls as the 1st Perfindian and 1st Kriegar SAGs readied themselves within their assigned ships for the tasks to come. One set about with oaths and iron duty in honor clad, while the other, augmented by machinery and metal and blessed oil, busied themselves with contests of martial might, boasts of strength, and celebrations to the last days of their lives or the beginning of a new one instead.
In twinned mirrors did the fleet of the Lamenters set out in turn, their brothers armed and trained, their scouts willing and eager, the serfs of the fleet trained and honed to a fine edge, with no ship unable to burn and fight unto the last in the coming raid and battle.
Both fleets had been augmented with last-minute maintenance, their ships and machines tuned and their spirits roaring for the fights ahead, with orders given to burn and destroy as much as possible and to deny the use of the sacrifices to Chaos, be it by the salvation of liberation or the embrace of ensured oblivion ensured by seven Choirs set aside for the fleets to use as they saw fit.
And at the head of Task Fleet Gamma, Admiral Aspadillia van Herrata sat on the Command Throne of her Leo Heavy Cruiser, orders buzzing in her head by the writ of High Admiral K-532 to truly put her ship through the paces and give him the battles he was built for.
But for most, this spectacle of fleets burning against the maws of Chaos, was but a side-show compared to the debates and vitriol spewn within Cradle Station as the arguments and discussions for the Last Resting Place of the Prophet seemed to near their ends.
And what an end it was:
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[] [Write-In the Mausoleum of Teeln]
-[X] First Hymnal Bnuy is buried/interred/cremated/situated next to him.
(The above is mandatory and need not be voted upon.)
[Y] The Butua-Class Grace of Their Hands
This 7km long, 1km wide, and 550m high ship serves as the last and mobile resting place of Teeln, Prophet of the Star Child, and First Hymnal Bnuy, both of which rest in the heart of the vessel side-by-side in a closed church that is only opened by trusted and specially tasked members of the clergy to maintain and clean the interior. Said church is surrounded by enough space for mourners and the faithful to pray, light candles, leave approved offerings, and meditate on the teachings of the two most influential figures of the Glimmering Federation. Aboard the ship is more than enough space for pilgrims to make their homes, either to join the endless journey of the vessel permanently or to leave at the next port. Likewise, enough internal space exists to allow the Butua-Class to ferry priests and aid to whatever planet they visit; the appearance of this holy ship inspires the faithful in more than the spiritual sense as material aid descends upon the planets to help those not yet aided.
This 7km long, 1km wide, and 550m high ship serves as the last and mobile resting place of Teeln, Prophet of the Star Child, and First Hymnal Bnuy, both of which rest in the heart of the vessel side-by-side in a closed church that is only opened by trusted and specially tasked members of the clergy to maintain and clean the interior. Said church is surrounded by enough space for mourners and the faithful to pray, light candles, leave approved offerings, and meditate on the teachings of the two most influential figures of the Glimmering Federation. Aboard the ship is more than enough space for pilgrims to make their homes, either to join the endless journey of the vessel permanently or to leave at the next port. Likewise, enough internal space exists to allow the Butua-Class to ferry priests and aid to whatever planet they visit; the appearance of this holy ship inspires the faithful in more than the spiritual sense as material aid descends upon the planets to help those not yet aided.
