War for Honour/Glory for the Empire (IC/Closed)

[Primordial Luxa]

The vehicles seems to be self automated and after several second begins driving. The interior while strange seem expertly suited with high processing computers and glasses of wine prepped. A semi voices softly whispers through the cabin "Your scheduled destinations is St. Darwin's Places, sir. Is there any other way I can be of service?"

"Alright, I defintely want this car." Bran smiled, looking up some local bars in town. He took a swig of the wine and typed in some searches.

The computers are of a completely foreign operating system and one step ahead of you, reformatting itself based entirely upon your first few click to a system that perfectly suits your needs. It brings up a list of ten different bars withing 5 miles of your Embassy and over 2500 establishments in the entire city that serve alcohol. this list is quickly shortened to one that would appeal to bran giving him a neat list of 25 different establishments that he would enjoy.

[The BranRiech]

The computers are of a completely foreign operating system and one step ahead of you, reformatting itself based entirely upon your first few click to a system that perfectly suits your needs. It brings up a list of ten different bars withing 5 miles of your Embassy and over 2500 establishments in the entire city that serve alcohol. this list is quickly shortened to one that would appeal to bran giving him a neat list of 25 different establishments that he would enjoy.

Figuring that the first result was the best choice for him, Bran tapped on that one and sat back to look for a seatbelt.

"Go?" He shrugged, taking care to avoid the spikes over his shoulders.

[Primordial Luxa]

The computers are of a completely foreign operating system and one step ahead of you, reformatting itself based entirely upon your first few click to a system that perfectly suits your needs. It brings up a list of ten different bars withing 5 miles of your Embassy and over 2500 establishments in the entire city that serve alcohol. this list is quickly shortened to one that would appeal to bran giving him a neat list of 25 different establishments that he would enjoy.

Figuring that the first result was the best choice for him, Bran tapped on that one and sat back to look for a seatbelt.

"Go?" He shrugged, taking care to avoid the spikes over his shoulders.

The screen gives a brief flash and the voice returns. "Excellent choice sir, changing course at once." The cars movement and reactions sudden strike you as odd, at once an artistic and mechanical driving style that creates a movie star like air of travel that is both safe and time economical. the voice returns after a second. "Sir it has dawned on me that you are lacking in any luggage. Shall I send a request to your nation informing them of your current living arrangement and perhaps have some of your personal item moved here?"

[The BranRiech]

The screen gives a brief flash and the voice returns. "Excellent choice sir, changing course at once." The cars movement and reactions sudden strike you as odd, at once an artistic and mechanical driving style that creates a movie star like air of travel that is both safe and time economical. the voice returns after a second. "Sir it has dawned on me that you are lacking in any luggage. Shall I send a request to your nation informing them of your current living arrangement and perhaps have some of your personal item moved here?"

"No thank you, i have it covered." Bran waved the computer off.

If there was an airport, a bomber type aircraft would be landing. This advanced aircraft, a Branriechian B-417, was carrying the personell and supplies needed for an embassy set up.

[Primordial Luxa]

The screen gives a brief flash and the voice returns. "Excellent choice sir, changing course at once." The cars movement and reactions sudden strike you as odd, at once an artistic and mechanical driving style that creates a movie star like air of travel that is both safe and time economical. the voice returns after a second. "Sir it has dawned on me that you are lacking in any luggage. Shall I send a request to your nation informing them of your current living arrangement and perhaps have some of your personal item moved here?"

"No thank you, i have it covered." Bran waved the computer off.

If there was an airport, a bomber type aircraft would be landing. This advanced aircraft, a Branriechian B-417, was carrying the personell and supplies needed for an embassy set up.

The craft was cleared by Luxan scanners before landing and a welcoming party of Luxan Carns quickly unloaded the ship.

Back in the car the on board computer has been made aware of this and put two and two together. "Very wise sir, i shall have your supplies installed in your absence." A few moments go by before the car comes to a stop and the voice returns. "Sir in front of you is a box containing your credentials." a small metal compartments opens revealing a laminated card. On the front of the card is Bran picture, date of birth and basic identification traits, on the back are a series of circular icons of various colors and at the bottom a bar code.

[The BranRiech]

The craft was cleared by Luxan scanners before landing and a welcoming party of Luxan Carns quickly unloaded the ship.

Back in the car the on board computer has been made aware of this and put two and two together. "Very wise sir, i shall have your supplies installed in your absence." A few moments go by before the car comes to a stop and the voice returns. "Sir in front of you is a box containing your credentials." a small metal compartments opens revealing a laminated card. On the front of the card is Bran picture, date of birth and basic identification traits, on the back are a series of circular icons of various colors and at the bottom a bar code.

"Funny how they know that much." Bran said as he shoved his identification into his chest pocket. He sat back as he watched the bomber lift off from the airport, it's thrust coils making a low electric hum as it started the return journey to the Branriech, a bombing run on its flight-path would take it over the Imperium's capitol city.

[Primordial Luxa]

The craft was cleared by Luxan scanners before landing and a welcoming party of Luxan Carns quickly unloaded the ship.

Back in the car the on board computer has been made aware of this and put two and two together. "Very wise sir, i shall have your supplies installed in your absence." A few moments go by before the car comes to a stop and the voice returns. "Sir in front of you is a box containing your credentials." a small metal compartments opens revealing a laminated card. On the front of the card is Bran picture, date of birth and basic identification traits, on the back are a series of circular icons of various colors and at the bottom a bar code.

"Funny how they know that much." Bran said as he shoved his identification into his chest pocket. He sat back as he watched the bomber lift off from the airport, it's thrust coils making a low electric hum as it started the return journey to the Branriech, a bombing run on its flight-path would take it over the Imperium's capitol city.

Another device appears in the box, its a simple piece of plastic with a button in the center. As the doors open and Bran exits a voice says, "When you require my presence simply press that button". The street that he has been deposited on is made of solid white marble so clear that the reflection is visible. Not many Luxans are walking down the street however dozens of pink skinned Carns are moving around as menial laborers. The buildings around the street are a mix of Gothic and modern styles built of complementary glass and obsidian.

[The BranRiech]

Another device appears in the box, its a simple piece of plastic with a button in the center. As the doors open and Bran exits a voice says, "When you require my presence simply press that button". The street that he has been deposited on is made of solid white marble so clear that the reflection is visible. Not many Luxans are walking down the street however dozens of pink skinned Carns are moving around as menial laborers. The buildings around the street are a mix of Gothic and modern styles built of complementary glass and obsidian.

"Huh, like the palace, except every building." Bran shrugged as he walked into the club he'd been dropped off at, his crisp traditional admirals uniform betraying him as an obvious foreigner.

--

The skies over the Dominion darkened suddenly, as squadrons of bombers criss-crossed over the nation. Swarms of nanites were being deposited by specialized "Dark-storm" bombs.

The effects were instantanious, solar powered devices would go dead as soon as their batteries ran out, and crops would start the process of dying without sun exposure. These nanites would dissipate in a few months time, as the branriechian bombers grazed the atmosphere on their way back to their assigned bases.

[Primordial Luxa]

Another device appears in the box, its a simple piece of plastic with a button in the center. As the doors open and Bran exits a voice says, "When you require my presence simply press that button". The street that he has been deposited on is made of solid white marble so clear that the reflection is visible. Not many Luxans are walking down the street however dozens of pink skinned Carns are moving around as menial laborers. The buildings around the street are a mix of Gothic and modern styles built of complementary glass and obsidian.

"Huh, like the palace, except every building." Bran shrugged as he walked into the club he'd been dropped off at, his crisp traditional admirals uniform betraying him as an obvious foreigner.

--

The skies over the Dominion darkened suddenly, as squadrons of bombers criss-crossed over the nation. Swarms of nanites were being deposited by specialized "Dark-storm" bombs.

The effects were instantanious, solar powered devices would go dead as soon as their batteries ran out, and crops would start the process of dying without sun exposure. These nanites would dissipate in a few months time, as the branriechian bombers grazed the atmosphere on their way back to their assigned bases.

The clubs name is a single symbol that reminds bran of somethings he's seen before.
The places has an incredibly surreal air about it and soft yet entrancing music plays in the background, and all the denizens of the bar seem to be subtly moving to its chords. The entire club is covered in multihued lights that show a variety of colors and shades that are both unnatural and emotion inducing. As soon as he enters the places his spirit is lift and a sense of tranquility washes over his as does the smell strange exotic fruits and of intoxicating substances. Trans and post humans stalk the places enjoying each other company.

[The BranRiech]

Aiming to make the best of his paid vacation, Bran headed straight for the bar, occasionally admiring the scenery of the place and the music. He stopped at the bar and looked around for a menu. Of course, it would probably be in a foreign language, but at least he knew english.

[Primordial Luxa]

Aiming to make the best of his paid vacation, Bran headed straight for the bar, occasionally admiring the scenery of the place and the music. He stopped at the bar and looked around for a menu. Of course, it would probably be in a foreign language, but at least he knew english.

The bar shelf its self light up at his touch revealing itself to be a touch screen with a type pad allowing for any food, drink or other substance to be requested.

[The BranRiech]

The bar shelf its self light up at his touch revealing itself to be a touch screen with a type pad allowing for any food, drink or other substance to be requested.

"Huh. I'm liking this place." The admiral figured as he ordered some Vodka. While he waited, he took to chatting with a woman seated next to him.

[Primordial Luxa]

The bar shelf its self light up at his touch revealing itself to be a touch screen with a type pad allowing for any food, drink or other substance to be requested.

"Huh. I'm liking this place." The admiral figured as he ordered some Vodka. While he waited, he took to chatting with a woman seated next to him.

She is pale women with a slightly orange tint to her skin. she has a set of nerves growing our of her back that resemble wings and skin is covered in clothing like Tattoos. She is smoking a strange concoction out of a semi living pipe, the smoke from her breath lingers in mid air before turning into solid ice and falling to the ground shattering and then melting. She eyes him with a friendly curiosity.

[The BranRiech]

She is pale women with a slightly orange tint to her skin. she has a set of nerves growing our of her back that resemble wings and skin is covered in clothing like Tattoos. She is smoking a strange concoction out of a semi living pipe, the smoke from her breath lingers in mid air before turning into solid ice and falling to the ground shattering and then melting. She eyes him with a friendly curiosity.

"Empress' greetings, miss . . ." Bran got the ball rolling, taking the first of a few shots of his alchohol. He seemed rather interested in her pipe, as well.

[Primordial Luxa]

She is pale women with a slightly orange tint to her skin. she has a set of nerves growing our of her back that resemble wings and skin is covered in clothing like Tattoos. She is smoking a strange concoction out of a semi living pipe, the smoke from her breath lingers in mid air before turning into solid ice and falling to the ground shattering and then melting. She eyes him with a friendly curiosity.

"Empress' greetings, miss . . ." Bran got the ball rolling, taking the first of a few shots of his alchohol. He seemed rather interested in her pipe, as well.

"Flight, Nova Flight. And you?"

[The BranRiech]

"Flight, Nova Flight. And you?"

"Admiral Branson Nikanor, of the Empress' first fleet. It is a pleasure, Nova." Bran smiled.

[Primordial Luxa]

"Flight, Nova Flight. And you?"

"Admiral Branson Nikanor, of the Empress' first fleet. It is a pleasure, Nova." Bran smiled.

"Thank you. Your obviously foreign, where do you hail from" she says offering him the pipe.

[The BranRiech]

"Thank you. Your obviously foreign, where do you hail from" she says offering him the pipe.

"The Branriech." Replied the man, accepting the pipe gingerly. He put it to his lips and inhaled.

[Primordial Luxa]

"Thank you. Your obviously foreign, where do you hail from" she says offering him the pipe.

"The Branriech." Replied the man, accepting the pipe gingerly. He put it to his lips and inhaled.

The smoke curls up in his lungs as he inhales sending a numbing chill down his body. It stings at first but as the cold sensation leaves the body his shivers move away from the skin and into his nerves so they all quiver in a mixture of ecstasy for a moment. Afterward the air reaches the bodies blood giving him an abundance of energy and alertness.
"Never heard of it. Whats it like?"

[The BranRiech]

The smoke curls up in his lungs as he inhales sending a numbing chill down his body. It stings at first but as the cold sensation leaves the body his shivers move away from the skin and into his nerves so they all quiver in a mixture of ecstasy for a moment. Afterward the air reaches the bodies blood giving him an abundance of energy and alertness.
"Never heard of it. Whats it like?"

"Cold~ . . ." Bran shivered, telling the truth about both how he was feeling, and his home. "Snows nearly all year, but there's a certain beauty to it."

Bran continued inhaling, before handing the pipe back to Nova.

[Primordial Luxa]

The smoke curls up in his lungs as he inhales sending a numbing chill down his body. It stings at first but as the cold sensation leaves the body his shivers move away from the skin and into his nerves so they all quiver in a mixture of ecstasy for a moment. Afterward the air reaches the bodies blood giving him an abundance of energy and alertness.
"Never heard of it. Whats it like?"

"Cold~ . . ." Bran shivered, telling the truth about both how he was feeling, and his home. "Snows nearly all year, but there's a certain beauty to it."

Bran continued inhaling, before handing the pipe back to Nova.

"I can imagine" She takes another drag and he wings twist around each other. "An Admiral you say?, that's one of the last people I'd expect to meet here."

[The BranRiech]

"I can imagine" She takes another drag and he wings twist around each other. "An Admiral you say?, that's one of the last people I'd expect to meet here."

"I'm off for a week or two, however long it takes to get the embassy running." Bran shrugged. "What's a nice woman like you doing here?" He shot back politely.

[Primordial Luxa]

"I can imagine" She takes another drag and he wings twist around each other. "An Admiral you say?, that's one of the last people I'd expect to meet here."

"I'm off for a week or two, however long it takes to get the embassy running." Bran shrugged. "What's a nice woman like you doing here?" He shot back politely.

"I got off work and my nerves were tense. So I came to the closest place I knew"

[The BranRiech]

"I got off work and my nerves were tense. So I came to the closest place I knew"

"Huh, this was on the top of the list for places I'd like around here." Bran shrugged happily. "What is that stuff, anyhow?" He asked, still reeling from the feeling of the pipe.

[Primordial Luxa]

"I got off work and my nerves were tense. So I came to the closest place I knew"

"Huh, this was on the top of the list for places I'd like around here." Bran shrugged happily. "What is that stuff, anyhow?" He asked, still reeling from the feeling of the pipe.

"I can see. This? Well this is Cryptor, its subzero molecules packed into themselves. There unbound by the pipe and expand in your lungs releasing a host of chemicals into your blood and nerves when your body tries to reheat your it just stimulates the never endings."