This post is so large I'll have to split it into two. Possibly three. Have part one.
Office of the Executive Council of the Coronia, 30 hours since translocation
Saerana sat at her desk in a fairly cozy office, eyeing some papers handed to her before her focus was interrupted by the buzzer.
"Yes?" She asked, she was testy and on edge. The previous wave of people seeking to interview her frayed at her patience.
"We have Ravi Ahmad here to see you, from the DSA." The voice on the other end said before Saerana had an image displayed. Well, she didn't look like someone here to ask her to do some pose that showed off her legs for some magazine. She figured she could spare a few moments for her.
"Let them through. But if they ask me inane beauty questions I'm sending them back down to you Zera."
"That's an improvement, last time you were threatening to throw them out the window." Saerana made a face and Zera laughed as he cut the feed.
The doors slid open for the dark haired woman and let her through to where a sweat was already being indicated by the ash blonde elf while she sorted through a heap of papers.
"Good day and well met, herserum." She said, standing up to offer a handshake; a gesture that was shared between the two worlds.
"I'd just like to say that I have a million and one questions for you." She said once the two had their meeting of hands.
"Everyone of who's come through those doors as of late has questions for me. With any luck you won't be asking me about what I eat, what I drink, what I wear, whom I date, or even what bra I use." She said, counting off her nuisances of the day on her fingers.
"God they put you through the paparazzi ringer didn't they?"
"Does your press not know how to control itself when met with an elven woman or werman?"
"...Werman?"
"...Males." She said, realising rather quickly that the term was unfamiliar to the American.
"So men is?"
"Gender neutral." She said
"So I'm sure you aren't just here to ask me about vocabulary." She said, rapping her fingers against her desk.
"Oh sorry I'm just...not exactly sure what to say to an Elf. How are we speaking together anyway?" She said, trying her best to seem confident.
"A tongues spell. Refined over generations until it was simple and easy to cast." She said.
"How is that not making for weird lip syncing?" She asked.
"Minor illusion magic that comes with it. It's not really hard to guise lip movement."
"I know at least a dozen animators who would want to murder you for that." She said with a grin.
"So I had some questions about how you organised your society." She asked, opening a notebook and taking a look at some of her notes written down as the first bit of information about the UCA filtered down to the USA.
"You say that you're a council based democracy yes?"
"Every hundred to five hundred persons on the Coronia elects a delegate that sits in the district council. The district councils send their own delegates to the ship council. And the ship councils send delegates to the fleet council, who send delegates to the Armada council. If either the constituents or lower councils are dissatisfied with the performance of the higher councils, they can be recalled immediately by vote." She said, her eyes slowly drawing back to her papers.
"Doesn't that put you in permanent campaign season?"
"If you mean that I always have to do right by my peers; yes. I am here to serve, not to lead." She explained as she signed off on a paper sent to her from Verdacora.
"What are taxes like here?"
"We don't use money here." She said without even really paying her interviewer much mind. Perhaps rude to the Earther but it was expected within the UCA.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. What can be produced within the fleet with our machine labour and summonings is provided freely. What has to be traded for is distributed via vouchers obtained for work credit. One time use only." She said, looking up at the woman now.
"How many immigrants do you get if you're offering a home, food, water, electricity and the whole nine yards for free?"
"Varies depending on where we are. Here? We're still working with your government on a system for exchange so zero."
"Trump giving you any trouble?" Saerana made a "so-so" gesture.
"I've had worse for sure but I don't enjoy talking to him. I'd be more careful about the company he keeps."
"I think you won't find too much disagreement on that from my colleagues."
"I have a question for you though." She said, putting away her pen and laying her hands on the table and looking at her dead in the eyes.
"Oh?"
"What do you think of the view?" She said, turning her chair around and gesturing for her to follow her eyes as she looked out over the skies.
"It's nice. It's easier to take in everything than on an airplane." She said.
"This office used to be a lot bigger you know; before we turned it into multiple rooms. The bed chambers of the Sky Lord Urthis." She said.
"Oh I heard you used to be run very...differently." Ahmad said as she stood up and looked out the window to see the endless white of the clouds below as the Coronia approached California on a slower; scenic route.
"The Atericil fleet was first established the the Mage-Priests of Atericil before the aeon of strife; twelve thousand years ago. You wouldn't recognise those ships or their crew now though. Then the priests were killed in the aeon of strife and the iron masters who commanded the golems took over. Then the iron masters were also killed and left the war-captains to take over. The sky lords grew wealthy enough to resent the war-captains and overthrew them. Then the Cyneria crashed with all hands on deck near the poles due to cheap parts and overstressed technicians and we tried to campaign for change."
"What happened?"
"We succeeded, but some decided to stop us violently. See this door?" She said, tapping on the transparent material of the exit which made a metallic knocking sound.
"Urthis was thrown through this window and the observatory windows over there after his hands and tongue were cut off to stop him from casting spells." She said pointing to the exact window in the observatory, a transparent sort of bubble around a path to walk down behind her office.
Ahmad flinched at the thought of that and shook her head. "Well I don't think that will be necessary." She said, putting her hand over her mouth and turning back to Saerana.
"But if you really want help, speak to the people of Verdacora." She said, offering Ahmad a sort of card made of some sort of thin metal whose etchings formed a sort of three dimensional map and instruction sets that shifted around as she turned the silvery material. One for how to reach Verdacora and one for how to communicate with them.
"Verdacora?"
"The Federal Commonwealth of Verdacora. It's one of the Fae Red Courts. Some of their islands aren't too far away from the countries you call New Zealand and Chile. They'll help you as they did us, I'm sure." She said with a smile.
Transcript of Adam Savage Tested: How Magic works
ADAM SAVAGE: "Hey everyone, I'm here with some of the most exciting news you'll ever hear. Because today we're here with a real life wizard and actual beetle person Coluron Zerkug"
ZOOM OUT TO SHOW COLORUN
COLORUN: "Thank you Adam."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Now first thing's first, how does a man sized beetle stand and breathe? Your exoskeleton must be under enormous pressures."
COLORUN: "It is simple enough, we are made of sterner stuff than your beetles and we have true lungs."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Oh I'm definitely going to have to grill you for more than that but I'm afraid that might be a whole video unto itself."
COLORUN: "Mmmh, biology is a fascinating subject isn't it?"
ADAM SAVAGE: "Yes it is, but what I want to know is magic. Where I come from, it doesn't exist and now it's everywhere and powers everything."
COLORUN: "There are in essence, twelve types of magic. Technically thirteen but the thirteenth is theoretical."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Mind listing them for me?"
COLORUN: "Gladly. Arcanum, Lyrr,, Divinia, Psionis, Aethyry, Lex, Mistrum, Empora, Zarith, Kaet, Yratum, and Ozrith. The thirteenth; Aeonia; is something beyond the means of even the creators of the universe."
COLORUN: "Arcane magic, Light Magic, Divine magic, Mind magic, Nature magic, True speech, Mysticism, Empowerment, Wild Magic, Runic Magic, Superscience, and Inherent abilities. "
CUT TO THE WHEEL OF MAGICS, EACH ENGLISH LABEL BEING MATCHED TO THEIR CORRESPONDING NATIVE LABELS.
ADAM SAVAGE: "So explain the Superscience to me, since I think that's what I'd be able to grasp the fastest."
COLORUN: "In essence it is technology built in such a way that it does something that should be undoable. Such as a perpetual motion machine. The machine is built in such a way that it draws in Yratum and performs a task that is otherwise in defiance of normalcy. You can almost think of it as impressing the universe enough that it gives you a pass. It's really quite different from what you would normally call science; far more one off."
ADAM SAVAGE: "The thought that the laws of physics are just something you can impress enough to get away with the impossible is blowing my mind. But you said you were an Arcanist right? How does that work?"
COLORUN: "Years of research and theory lead to our formation of the Elemental theory."
ADAM SAVAGE: "And I take it you and I are using the same definition of theory right; it's not just a guess?"
COLORUN: "Correct. In essence, Arcane Magic pulls from the Arcane planes; where the elements and energies rage unabated and in a very pure form. There you can find the Elementals and Energons. And there you can find countless resource extraction efforts by the societies able to reach them."
ADAM SAVAGE: "So in essence, when you cast a fireball you're pulling energy and mass out of these...pocket universes I'd guess is what I'd call it and use that energy here right?"
CUT TO ANIMATION OF ARCANE ENERGY BEING DRAWN FROM ARCANE PLANES.
COLORUN: "That is a good analogy yes. It still requires some effort on our part. Think of it as a spiritual sort of fatigue."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Yeah I've played enough video games to know what mana is."
BOTH LAUGH
CUT TO ANIMATION OF SOMEONE GETTING MORE TIRED AS THEY CAST MORE SPELLS
COLORUN: "Not what I'd call it but close enough."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Can machines do it?"
COLORUN: "Yes and no. Arcanum responds best to sentience. Without sentience you get spell echoes rather than a proper spell. Less flexible, less scaleable, preprogrammed, quite frankly less powerful too. The difference between an artist and a photocopier. But a sentient machine can learn it, some can even be created with it; just as how some living beings are simply born with arcane power."
CUT TO A GRAPHIC SHOWING A VISUALISATION OF THE FLOW OF ARCANUM AND HOW IT RESPONDS BETTER TO SOMETHING CAPABLE OF ABSTRACT THOUGHT AT THE WHEEL, THE BRAIN GIVING DIRECTS AND ALTERATIONS ON THE FLY TO ADJUST A SPELL AS NEEDED.
ADAM SAVAGE: "Is it possible to learn of this power?"
ADAM SAVAGE GRINS AT HIS JOKE
COLORUN: "Of course. I'm a teacher on the Coronia."
ADAM SAVAGE: "So you're telling me, that if I take your course I can shoot fireballs?"
COLORUN: "And much else besides, if you have the time to learn."
ADAM SAVAGE: "I would love nothing more than to become a master wizard. I will make all my friends jealous and be amazing at parties."
ADAM SAVAGE: "One more thing, would you call yourself a scientist or an engineer?"
COLORUN: "Something of that, perhaps also an artist or philosopher. I study my craft, but a lot of my experiences are personal to me or are quite abstract. Enchantment is more where you go for that sort of factory magic."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Can you give us a lightning bolt though?"
COLORUN: "A tad basic for my abilities and somewhat limited in value compared to other spells, but certainly. Do you have a target?"
ADAM SAVAGE JUMPS UP GIGGLING WITH GLEE
CUT TO EVERYONE OUTSIDE
ADAM SAVAGE: "Now I've set up this equipment to try and measure the electricity you're about to produce, and hopefully get us some very important data."
CUT TO ADAM AND TEAM STANDING IN A BUNKER FOR MAXIMUM SAFETY
COLORUN STANDS BEFORE A LARGE TRUCK, ALL FOUR ARMS FOLDED IN FRONT OF THEM
ADAM SAVAGE: "Ready to make a truck disappear?"
CUT TO COLORUN
COLORUN: "Let forth the spark of lightning!"
COLORUN MAKES SOME HAND GESTURES WITH THEIR FOUR ARMS
COLORUN CASTS FORTH THEIR HANDS SUMMONS A MASSIVE LIGHTNING BOLT ABOUT AS THICK AS THEIR BODY
THE TRUCK EXPLODES FROM EXTREMELY RAPID SUPERHEATING
FRAGMENTS RAIN DOWN FOR A FEW SECONDS, A MELTED HALF OF A TIRE HITS THE GROUND BEHIND COLORUN AND STEAMS
THE LIGHTNING HAS GOUGED OUT PART OF THE HILLS BEHIND THE TESTING RANGE
CUT TO ADAM LAUGHING AND CLAPPING
ADAM SAVAGE: "Hahahah! Wow that's a kick!"
CUT TO ADAM AND COLORUN SHAKING HANDS
COLORUN: "I figured you'd want a show. Though it's not something most can do straight out of training. It took me a while to make lightning that strong."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Man, it could take me a decade to only learn how to shoot that one spell and I'd still want to put in the time to learn how to do that."
COLORUN: "Well, with luck my colleagues will be opening schools within this country shortly."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Well, tell me when the first one starts up and I'll be glad to sign up."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Also since it's topical, how do you kill a vampire?"
COLORUN: "Stakes, garlic, religious symbols, sunlight, running water, homes they aren't invited into, decapitation and stuffing their mouths with holy objects, destroying them too far away from their coffins for them to return, Lyrric magic...quite a long list really."
ADAM SAVAGE: "And they don't have reflections right?"
COLORUN: "Correct."
ADAM SAVAGE TURNS TO THE CAMERA AND LEANS INTO IT
ADAM SAVAGE: "And that's how you stay safe kids."
ADAM SAVAGE: "Now what I really, really want to do is review the data we've collected and process it as soon as possible because wow."
COLORUN: "Of course, go ahead."
Rome 2 hours and 20 minutes after the cracks, 10 minutes before translocation.
"In this dark hour, I ask for calm and introspection. Though the prognosis given to us is grim and the signs in the sky are frightening, we must remember that we are the Lord's children and that he shall keep us in his grace." Pope Francis said to the gathered crowds before him.
"Though you may be frightened, though you may be confused, though perhaps you are questioning your faith. Remember, that the direst times bring not the worst in us, but our best. I have seen people wishing to help and care for each other. I have seen people put aside their differences and enjoy the time we have together. I have seen hands offered in friendship far more than I have seen hands raised in anger." He said, convinced that there was a light at the end.
"I know that there is fear in our hearts. But whether this be the end or not, we should face it with dignity and grace. Even if this is the end, we should strive to follow the virtues of christ in our every action. But I believe that this is not the end. I believe that the signs do not point to an apocalypse. The antichrist is not risen and the apocalypse has not arrived." He proclaimed with firmness and certainty.
"I believe that this is a sign from God almighty, to show us the path to righteousness by reminding us of His power and His Glory. We must strive not to waste this opportunity and shall take the chance to cast aside the heavy weight of sin and the shackles of wrong doing." He said with the conviction of a true believer.
"We must cast aside any belief that this is the work of the Devil who has no power to bring about such things, or of any force of darkness for that matter. This is a sign of the majesty of the Holy Light of Christ, the Spirit, and the Father who art in Heaven, make no mistake." He said, his eyes briefly looking up into the yawning fissures in the sky and the visions they brought. The image of a man made of shadow with robes of darkness and what seemed to be a top hat with dead white glowing pupilless eyes troubled him the most, but he put aside that troubling and steeled himself in the armour of faith.
"Whatever comes, we shall persevere." He said as the canyons in reality began to widen as they started the final process of devouring the universe itself.
"Stand firm and be strong. God shall keep us." Space and time would tear themselves apart shortly after as the cosmos shattered.
Rome 3 Hours after Translocation
The initial reaction from the faithful was confusion, panic, relief, and disarray. The world had not ended per se, but what had come after was stranger than anyone had dared imagine. It seemed that for lack of a better phrase, Earth was no longer on Earth.
"It seems impossible, but surely this is the Lord's work." Francis mused to himself, his chin in his hand as he pondered the meaning of this sign. What did God want out of him? What could the Catholic Faith do in Christ's name?
He received the news around the world of contact with strange foreign polities, some of whom were at war with one another with interest and trepidation. He made his contacts with the news agencies covering the incidents and asked them to peer into religious affairs.
"What is your religion exactly?" The reporter on the news asked of the feathery raptor like resident of Atericil as they clacked their jaw open and shut, large pupils focusing upon the human rather intently.
"I am a believer in the faith of Xethaquazotl." They said in a strange, sort of crackling voice as they rubbed the claws on their finger tips together, their tail slowly moving back and forth while the maniraptorian individual tapped their sickle claws on their toes against the floor.
"How does that differ from Yntanae? I've heard a lot about that faith but not so much about yours." The reporter asked, lowering a microphone in front of the raptor.
"The chief god of Yntanae is Ytaliana; the Ascended and Unconquerable Sun and bringer of mercy. Our greatest deity is Kxithinti, the master of death and science." They said as the reporter briefly went silent and blinked at the raptorid as if there was something even stranger than talking to what looked like a man sized feathered raptor wearing people clothes and shoes. They recovered remarkably quickly however.
"What does worshipping a God of Death entail?"
"It means opposition to the undead who defy the natural order of death through the perverse usage of dark magic to force the dead into an obscene mockery. We are accepting of resurrections, life extensions, and healing of course, but the undead defile the body and the soul. We also oppose all those who would steal or destroy souls." They said, explaining as if they had to do this whole song and dance at least a thousand times before.
"Souls can die?"
"Indeed. Through certain magics it is possible to destroy the soul to ensure a far more permanent form of death. This is an obscenity, rare is the person who deserves true oblivion and that should be left to the Gods and the Soulborn. Not to us mortals. The afterlives should be open to us all." They said.
The idea that the Soul was not immortal, that it was something destrutctible was a blasphemy against the Christian faith. It went against the doctrine of most other religions he was aware of as well. The idea that someone could make someone cease any further experience and die for good...very troubling indeed. He could only surmise that what they called a Soul then, could not be the true Soul given by God, just as their Gods were surely lesser than the one, true God. God did not need to act in such visible means to affirm belief in him, that these deities did so was a clear sign of their inferiority. He would need to write a papal bull on this...he would need to write so many bulls on this all.
"Was your God once a mortal like Ytaliana?" The reporter asked, more curious than anything now. They must not have been too religious, Francis thought as he tapped his chin and considered what to write into his bull. A more religious person would have been more shaken by the revelations being uttered by the raptor.
"They descended from the skies and were revealed to us in glorious battle against the Kroatangans who besieged our cities during the great sundering of the Kemendi long ago. Were it not for them, we may not have pushed back the fungal horde."
"Kroatangans?"
"When the Kemendi; the ancestors of the elves, of humans, of dwarfs, giants and the like; collapsed as their efforts to study realities beyond our worlds aflame brought invasion and planar strife; the Kroatangans came in a great tide."
"That doesn't answer what they are though.
"We don't truly know their origins, beyond that they were made in a distant cosmos for the purposes of fighting a war they long outlived. Each spore containing all the knowledge to wage eternal war against all other things and programmed to lust for conflict with all other life."
"Wow that sounds awful! Are there any near here?"
"None as far as I know. Atericil takes great pains to avoid any infestations. I personally vote to eradicate them when possible in petitions." They said before turning their head and then advancing towards the reporter and staring them in the eyes before stepping back.
"What about you, what is your religion? I am curious to know of your faith if you are not a Ynatanaer."
"I'm personally an Atheist." That'd explain it, Pope Francis thought, though the interviewee cocked their head as if they had said something strange, like a dog does at a human speaking directly to them.
"But I was raised by Buddhists. Most of the people in the country are at least nominally Christian." They said, the raptor clacking their jaws a few times as they thought about it.
"Why an atheist? You seem to be of reasonable intelligence." They said, clearly finding something objectionable about the proposition of someone not believing in a deity as many other citizens of Atericil stopped and glared at the reporter, many clearly talking amongst each other. Some gave a look of pity or scorn and the reporter clearly started to feel exceedingly uncomfortable exceedingly quickly.
"I don't believe strong enough evidence has been provided for the existence of gods. Now I see that your religions have strange magical powers and you say you have strong evidence that they come from your gods so I may have to rethink that." The reporter said, trying to avoid starting an incident here.
"So the problem then, was that the gods of your world were false? I suppose it is because you are from a land without magic." The interviewee said and Francis nearly choked on the drink he was going through at the time, waving off one of his aides when they rushed towards him.
"I wouldn't say that." The reporter said, trying to be diplomatic for the sake of viewers back home.
"I pity a culture that cannot see and touch its Gods even more than I pity a society that only has one to believe in." They said. But a noise in the distance followed by a pinging on some square device they extracted them about blinking a few times as they raised their head and sniffed the air. They let out a sharp barking sound and a bird like cry before turning back to the human and wagging their tail behind them while many of their feathers stood up on their ends, their nostrils now flared as they read through the message before putting the device away and looking at the human.
"What was that all about?" The reporter seemed to be more than a bit taken aback by the display.
"I am being called elsewhere. We're having a direct vote on building a new livefleet."