"I...See..." Rhaiya keeps a straight face. "Please, we should head indoors before you freeze, we can speak on the way." She turns, and begins to walk in the direction of the mountains. "We no longer submit to the church's authority, here. They have ceded any right they had to spiritual leadership, through blatant corruption. We now serve the emperor and the gods in our own way."
"Yes! I'll get strong enough to defeat all your enemies, I swear! Mommy!" He cries out, before his cock erupts, sending warm cum spraying against her chin and into her mouth.
Currently orbiting the capital is the Centauri fleet of Admiral Azurrose, though Elena remembers that he's dealing with an alien infestation. There's also the 3rd Fleet, a detachment of mostly cruisers, recently returned from the front.
Yannika moved to keep in step with the other woman and they made their way towards shelter, the escort followed behind from a respectable distance.
Heading downstairs, she sees Halipha standing in front of a row of prison cells, inspecting the occupants. Joining her, Vizelle sees that the slaves are a diverse mix of genders and races.
“I am lady Eanne Winterwood, of house Winterwood.” Eanne introduced herself with a friendly smile, though her gaze was firm as she looked back into Amara's eyes. She chose not to mention the fact that she was a member of the Emperor's council. “May I know who you are?” She already knew, but there was no need for them to know that. She watched the sisters carefully, to see their reactions.Chernobog makes no move to prevent her from communicating, and Eanne's servants soon respond to confirm that they've understood. Chernobog continues to engage Eanne in idle chat, steering the conversation away from matters of state, for the moment at least, until a military craft can be seen touching down on the landing pad, doors opening and several marines exiting, guns at the ready.
Continuing to watch, however, Eanne sees that this isn't an act of aggression by an attacker, just a standard procedure by guards. A few seconds after, the duke's daughters emerge, Amara striding confidently onto the landing pad and towards the house, off handedly giving some orders to her marines.
Behind her, Sitra also walks out, eyes down onto a scroll of some sort, not paying much attention to the people around her and mostly avoiding contact.
The two women enter the house, quickly looking to Eanne. "A guest, father? Who might you be?" Amara asks Chernobog, but asks her second question to Eanne before her father can answer, her eyes are locked on Eanne. Is she scanning her for weaknesses? Trying to determine trustworthiness? Maybe just enjoying the view? It's difficult for Eanne to say. Sitra briefly makes eye contact, nodding respectfully, before looking back at her reading material.
Steeping outside, the captain from before smiles as he sees her, before escorting her towards a circular meeting room with a view out towards Haephestus' skyline. Inside, await three people, each sitting at a chair. The captain enters the room, introducing each figure. "My lady, this is Bishop Josephus, representing the priestly faction."
The masked priest inclines his head in acknowledgement.
"This is Baron Verskaya, representing the nobles"
The noble gives a smile. "Charmed, your highness."[\QUOTE]
Giving a proper curtsy in reply she says, "I thank you for the promptness of the audience, Baron."
"And lastly, the elected representative of the commons, Captain Flasheert of the Haephestus Defense Force"
The woman looks Hersillia up and down, before adding
"Nice to meet 'ya, yer highness."
Hersillia's body language momentarily becomes more casual. "Same here. Thank ya'll for coming."
Feeling she has properly demonstrated she was willing to meet each of them on their own level, she sits down at the meeting table, resting her hands on it as she asks, "So then... why don't you each tell me what you see as the problem here and why it involves departing from the Empire?"
The heretic priestess chuckles, the pleasant sound reverberating across the snow and bouncing against the cliffs as they approach a fortress of some some kind.
The 3rd Fleet has a long and storied history spanning centuries of service, some of which Elena has heard without even needing to look it up. Researching it, she sees that the fleet has battled almost every enemy the Terran Empire has ever faced, from human threats to xenos. Despite lacking large capital ships, relying more on fast cruisers and escort vessels, it has a history of punching above its weight, with well disciplined crews and a disproportionately large amount of firepower. Looking at the last mission, she sees that the fleet has just returned from a multi-year long mission on the very fringes of Terran space, dealing with wave after wave of pirate incursions, spread thin to deal with scattered attacks against colonies. Finally, they've been relieved, and are enjoying some peaceful downtime for the first time in a long time.
Amara holds Eanne's gaze. "I'm Captain Amara Chernobog, of the Nautilus." She nods. "So, are you one of my father's supplicants, or are you just some entertainment?" Sitra looks up. "Mara! Don't be rude!" Her outburst is brief, and she goes back to being introverted. Amara shrugs. "If you're the latter, stop by my room. My father's richer than me, but I'm willing to spend more for some fun." She walks off down one of the hallways.
The three look among themselves to silently confer over who will start speaking, before the young woman takes the job upon herself. "Well, we could each bore you with all the reasons, but to put it in brief terms? We think the Empire sucks. It sucks for the nobles, who think that they'd be better off running this planet themselves. It sucks for the church, who think that they don't need you, since the population here mostly believe anyway, and honestly, you suck for people like me, the ones working on farms, in mines or in manufactorums."
The film is unremarkable, a pretty standard action flick, though the lead character, the busty xenoarchaeologist, vaguely reminds Xavier of something he can't place. All in all, it's a decent holo to just switch your brain off and enjoy some snacks to. By the end, Ulie's eyes are drooping after her exhausting day, and she begins to lean on Xavier's shoulder in her fatigue.
Eanne watched Amara leave, an amused smirk on her face, before turning back to Sitra and smiling at her. “It's alright, I won't judge her based on a single exchange. Maybe something happened and she needs to unwind a bit before she goes back to normal... or maybe she just needs someone to give her a spanking.” She smirked briefly. And I'd be happy to give her said spanking... “Anyway, let's just give her some time to herself and talk about something else. How about you tell me a bit about yourself?”