The Flowers that Bloom in the Spring (Closed)

[Roania]

It was a scene common throughout the Empire. Friends sharing a room, each occupied on their own business, but very aware of the other. One reading the Classic of Combat and making notes, the other happily reading a book of poetry. Only, here, the people fulfilling each role were very different.

"I forgot how boring studying for these exams are." Xeiri said with a sigh and a scowl, pushing the scroll away for a moment and sitting up to stretch. "Having fun?" She grinned, noticing that when she had done so Cao's eyes had leapt from his book to her. She laughed. Alone, she saw no reason to wear more than her breast-band and shorts. Why change the habits of a lifetime just because she had a bit more to cover? His cheeks turned bright red and he looked away, as she knew he would.

"I... I was going to..." He was much more properly dressed, even wearing most of his autumn robe, though it hung open because of the heat in the room. "I mean..." The Prince of the Galaxy stuttered and reddened yet more. Xeiri contemplated her boy... friend. Boy friend. So sweet, so charming, so shy. So good. She had always wondered why some girls liked the bad boys, and from this side of the question... she was still wondering. Cao would probably never set the hearts of the galaxy on fire, but he was nice. And she... wanted to kiss him.

After the urge had been followed through, she leaned on his shoulder, appreciating the movement of his arm around her waist, even though he didn't dare to look down again. Shame. Though she had brought it on herself by being a bit too forward... bad thoughts. "I know. You want to know why I'm studying. And... well... it's what I was good at, Cao." That wasn't the whole story, but she couldn't give him the full explanation. "I have absolutely no regrets about giving it all up. And I never will. This is what I always wanted." 'I think you were what I always wanted'. "But I'm still me. Well, partly." She grinned. "I think the things that changed are an improvement, don't you?" And she leaned up to kiss him on his bright pink cheek. "Breathe, Cao."

"But.... but honorable father would never let you rejoin the guards. And... and neither would I!" Cao gazed at her with horror.

Anyone else, and she'd be offended. Very offended. Coming from Cao, though, it was just more sweetness. He was trying to look after her. And he was right. Not that was what she wanted. "The Lord..."

"Desires your attendance. Number one son, you may remain here." The Emperor was standing at the door, eyebrow raised. Xeiri's cheeks flared red and she dove for her own robe, slipping into it in record time. Too late, but... "I'm pleased you remembered yourself, son. But in future, do remember that others are in this palace, yes?" And he stepped into the room and grabbed the fox girl by the shoulder, pulling her out after him.


*The Emperor's Private Office*

"What do you mean our deal is off? I've more than followed through on my end!" Xeiri was too upset to remain kneeling, and for his part the Emperor didn't seem to want to stand on ceremony. "The Consort and my mother agreed I'm a... a mistress of all the arts you demanded I learn. And my father gave you his permission! My brother gave you his permission. My sister-in-law gave you her permission, and that wasn't even part of our original deal! You can't break your word! You..." Self-preservation overruled her brain. "I mean, what has changed, Lord?"

By way of answer, the Emperor threw several papers to the floor. She went back to her knees and looked through them. "We regret... it is not our custom... this house has never taken on... under no circumstances will I..." It was a blow to the solar plexus. "Not one?" Hot tears filled her eyes.

"It is contrary to our customs and laws." He was implacable. "I told you when this began that your actions have consequences, young lady. You made this choice, and we have all chosen to respect it. But I cannot make someone train you. Even had I wanted to." His lips curled up. "I think you should consider it a fair trade, considering all you've gained in return."

No, no, no. No. This isn't... This couldn't... "Then... then I will go to Solont and learn there. With your permission, Lord."

"Of course. By all means. I will book you on the next flight. My son will miss you, but perhaps some time apart will do you both some good." The Emperor's eyes twinkled. "Why, perhaps you will decide to stay. The Solontian men, I'm told, are very welcoming. I am sure Asen Cao will understand when I have told him."

That hurt even more. She couldn't leave. Not like that. Not and let the story be his story. Not knowing what this monster would do. "You leave him alone." She muttered. "I'd do anything for that boy, Lord."

"Then give up on this mad dream and be the girl he needs." Damalin rose to his feet and walked to the window. "I had hoped your example would encourage him to take on more manly pursuits himself, but that was a false hope. He is... a disappointment. But with your active and traditional encouragement, and my renewed guidance... well, with your help, I think we can make a man out of him."

She launched herself at the Emperor before she even knew what she was doing. "I said leave him alone!" He turned, surprised, in time for her to get a solid blow to his face. "It's always about you, isn't it?! You want these things for Cao! And now you're demanding my help in making him a monster like you?! I'd die, first! And I'll see you dead before even that!" A second swing hit him in the stomach, and a third...

was caught in a palm made of pure steel. "So be it." The Emperor sent her reeling with his wrist. She couldn't recover in time to defend against his next strike, that pushed her back to the wall. Or his third, which knocked her to the ground. He raised his boot and placed it carefully on her stomach. "Did you think you could beat me? You haven't even angered me. Perhaps your death will be he push he needs."

"I love him." Xeiri whispered, sure she was going to die. "Something you've never done."

The Emperor twisted and grabbed her by the neck, then pushed her up against the wall. His will wrapped around hers and tightened. "All I have ever done, and all I will ever do, has been guided by my love of my children. That you do not understand is the fault of your father. Let me teach you the lesson he failed to teach you, so if you return to this plane you will remember." The grip squeezed the air out of her. "The galaxy is no place for the weak. My throne is no place for the weak. Strength, child. Strength is all that protects the worlds. The strength to do what is needed. And before I go to my ancestors, I will make sure my son learns what I had to teach myself." The Emperor's voice went low, cold and still. "You should be proud, Greizon Xeiri. You will be a fine object lesson. Perhaps I will mingle your ashes with those of your family, after I collect them." Something sharp rested against her aching throat. He had drawn his sword. "Good bye."

"Stop!" Cao was at the door, trembling, his own sword in his hands. Slack, uncertain. Xeiri, in a cloudy moment, thought the boy would barely last a moment against a trained combatant. Tried to reach her own sword... remembered her situation. "Don't hurt her!"

"This no longer concerns you, number one son. I have been over-kind to you, I feel. But I am glad you heard our fight." The Emperor chuckled dryly. "Now witness my anger. May it inspire yours."

"I... If you let her go, I'll do whatever you want." Cao took an anxious step forward, looking like a child with a stick more than an armed young man. "Please, father. Please."

"You will do what I say regardless." But the blade withdrew. Slightly. "And if you do not, I do have another son."

"N-n-no. I'll fight you. I'll never stop fighting you. I'll hate you. Forever. And this will never end. You hated grandfather, and I will hate you, and my son will hate me, and his son will hate him." Cao lifted the sword. "This isn't right. You know this isn't right. Please! I'll..." he panicked, suddenly, and charged. "Let her go!"

Without even letting go of Xeiri, the Emperor parried Cao's clumsy strikes and lashed out with the hilt, before grabbing the boy by the collar and slamming him into the wall next to his friend. For a moment all was quiet. "Heh." Then the Emperor laughed. Long and hard, as if he had suddenly been let in on the joke that was all existence. "So, that's how it is!" His voice became loud. "The two of you, eh?" He dropped them to the ground, then picked up his sword. "Having drawn it, I must draw blood. You are not a man, yet, so you are excused. Not that that knife has an edge to cut." And with that, the Emperor sliced along his hand, drawing blood to let it fall on the blade. All was quiet until the skin closed up, then he wiped it and returned it to its scabbard.

"Then we will make a new deal, Greizon Xeiri." The Emperor said from his desk, a few moments later, staring down at the two cowering children, both of whom had suddenly realized how stupidly they had behaved and how close they had come to death. "I will find you a teacher. And you will protect my son. From himself, it seems. But in exchange..." His fingers stroked his beard. "Yes. In exchange... you two will be wed come the spring. You will learn from one another and from your teachers what is expected of you."

"That... that's four months away!" Xeiri said.

"then I suggest you learn quickly. Do you object to taking her as your bride, number one son?"

"That... no, not at all. I... I..."

"Wait, that's it? That seems too easy." Xeiri's lips twitched.

"Do you object? Did you not tell me you loved my son?"

"N-no, I just..."

"With time, perhaps you will understand that this is not a reward." The Emperor rose to his feet. "You are both dismissed. I have many messages to send out."

[Roania]

So, here's the deal. None of the cultures in the Empire have any active tradition of training women in the combat art. Of course, that's not entirely true, is it? Every culture has ways for women to learn to defend themselves. But that's peasant stuff. Not fit for a future Consort of the Empire.

That's where you come in, ladies (and only ladies). The Emperor has put out a call for skilled female warriors to audition for the role of training Xeiri in the art of fighting while female. Be picked, and do your job well, and you could strike a massive blow for gender equality in the Empire!

So, here's what you need in your post:

Age

Title (If None, then say so)

Military Rank/Training Received (you know, basic qualifications)

Why your character wants the job.

Tis is for individual fighting, self-defense, and bodyguard work. The ability to fieldstrip a rifle and lead a brigade, while no doubt important, isn't what we're looking for here. At least, not primarily.

[Xirnium]

Name: Ilona z’Elanä

Age: 43

Title: baronetess of Nauzâraug

Military rank: lieutenant

Qualifications: fencer and maître d’escrime, boxer, horse-rider and pistol-shooter

Motivation: her father and equally half-witted brother, may the trolls take them, have bankrupted the family with their gambling debts and extravagance

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

A form arrived filled out in a bold hand, with probably a bit more information on it than was actually requested.

Name: Nathicana D'Aquisto

Age: You don't really expect me to list that, do you?

Title: Dread Lady and Former Dominion Imperatrice

Rank: None currently, had been a Lieutenant (Tenente) in the Dominion military, former Minister of Central Intel, former member of the Black Company mercenary group, one-time self-made dictator, etc etc etc. Really my dears, you know all this by now, yes?

Qualifications: Have been trained in various hand to hand, though my dear departed always thought me more of a brawler - he wasn't wrong. Am competent in a number of defense styles all the same, have been a long-time student of the much neglected art of swordplay, have been known to be very adept with a variety of blades both professionally and recreationally, and am versed in several schools of self-preservation and survival.

Motivation: Quite frankly my dears, I find myself without enough to keep me occupied - at least when I'm not off galavanting about the multiverse with my sister-in-mind. The grandbabies are no longer babies, my daughter has things more or less under control, and it isn't my responsibility or place these days to say otherwise, past informal family chats, were it not the case. Besides, if anything could be done to put some backbone into some of your women, and shake the place up a bit, it could only be for the better, so why not? Whatever else, it's sure to be a lark for anyone who wants to see a few feathers ruffled.

Best regards of course, and hopes that the families are all doing well.

--Nathicana

[Lady Scylla]

A message had been sent from the dark recesses of space, perhaps from an unknown source, though that remained to be determined. The contents of the message, however, were just as peculiar. It was a response, yes, a response catered towards the Roanian request about a teacher.

Age 35

Title (If None, then say so) None

Military Rank/Training Received (you know, basic qualifications) Captain in the Scyllan Armada
Advanced Netwar Tactics Officer
Cyberwarfare Specialist
Graduate of the R'telli Naval Academy
CQC and Strategic Deployment Operations
Specialised Firearms Training Officer
Advanced Martial Arts Training in the Fatean Style
Integral Disciplinary Specialist

Why your character wants the job.
Captain Rhessa is a decorated officer of the Scyllan Armada's Vanguard Fleet. Graduating from the R'telli Naval Academy at 16, Rhessa went on to obtain prestigious honours and further training, becoming an effective operative in Netwar and Cyberwarfare Operations. On the ground, she gained necessary experience in hand-to-hand combat and CQC operations that, with her practical knowledge and skill, earnt her the nickname 'Serpent' after a daring mission in successfully retrieving a lost squad. Her combat experience both onboard ships, and on the ground allowed her to quickly fly up the ranks, and giving her the command of the corvette 'Nightshade'.

Since her retirement, Rhessa has been offering up training to potential operatives or others looking to hone their skills.

[Roania]

The Reixan's right fist met his left palm at his sternum, and he dipped slightly forward before rising. "I am Grand Secretary Greizon Sieg. The Lord has summoned you for a small task, too unworthy to be granted to his own servants." The self-proclaimed Grand Secretary was tall and handsome, and at one point had no doubt been quite strong, though it was obvious his newly sedentary life was causing some softening beneath his grey robes. He spoke English without an accent. While he wore a reasonably placid expression, such as would do any servant of the Emperor proud, his true feelings were revealed by the quick wagging of a large fluffy tail as blonde as he was. "If you will follow me? It is an honor to see you all and I am sure you will be of great use to my Lord."

They weren't given much choice in the matter. The transport that had brought them to the surface was departing from the terminal and the omnipresent guards bore faces of such benign neutrality that any woman with eyes in her head could tell they were unwelcome. Sieg didn't seem to care, though, as he escorted them from the shuttle pad to the exit.

A few loud sea birds made themselves known high above, and there was the constant crashing of the waves on the cliffs behind them. They were alone out here, save for a few nmmr in large conical hats engaged in lackadaisically raking up the waves of multicolored leaves the crisp autumn wind blew here and there. The kitsuite took a deep breath and smiled tightly, as his pointed ears fell tight to his head and he allowed his stress to show. "As I said, welcome to 'civilization'." His voice dropped so only the women could hear him. "I wish I could say you were truly welcome, but I am afraid you have very few friends in the Empire. Your employer is not one of them. The Emperor's attitude is perhaps 'hostile neutrality'. He does not care for foreigners. Kweio', 'barbarians', as you are called." A blue screen appeared in front of Sieg's eyes, and for a few seconds he busied himself with it. "Though I do not mean to frighten you. My Lord's word is his bond, and he has promised your safety."

"Now, as our transport arrives, allow me to explain your task. And you must forgive me if I seem unclear, because the truth is I do not understand how this has all occurred. My younger sister, Xeiri," the blue screen was replaced with a holographic representation of a pretty kitsuite maiden dressed (perhaps incongruously) in tight training robes, "has found favor with the most honorable Prince," she was joined by a holographic representation of a rather uncertain seeming boy. Her representation turned and immediately tackled his out of screen. Sieg didn't bat an eyelid. "They are betrothed to be wed. A most... felicitous occasion, for which our ancestors are no doubt rejoicing." This was said with such dryness that one may be excused for thinking the Grand Secretary wasn't entirely in earnest. "As a wedding present, perhaps, the Lord has thus seen fit to grant my sister a chance to pursue her dream of learning the martial arts. However, no school of war, no trainer and no captain in the Empire will accept a maiden as a student willingly."

Sieg's eyes tightened slightly, if one was looking. "Rather than force the issue, the Lord has chosen to summon women from beyond the Empire to spare Imperial subjects and their sensibilities. If I were not a loyal servant of the Lord of Ten Thousand Years, one would say that this was a calculated display of cruelty, perhaps an insult, as the Dragon Throne has never before evinced much interest in the sensibilities of its servants. Of course, I am a devout and loyal servant of the Dragon Throne, so I would not say such a thing. It would be wrong to even think that. So I do not." Sieg perfunctorily bowed. "Instead, I wish to extend my own command. As an addendum to the command that called you here. The Lord, may he Reign for Ten Thousand Years, has ordered that you shall train some certain lady, who has expressed a desire to learn, in the martial arts. Unnamed, of course, so as to spare my honorable father the shame." Sieg's lip twitched in what was almost a smile. "I would ask that you interpret your orders... widely."

[CoraSpia]

The communication came with little fanfair, as these things so generally do, from an obscure untraceable connection deep in Havenic space. The Haven, long-known as a rapidly growing power in this universe, had been all-too-willing to respond, probably because it was surprised to have been invited at all. What had been a small outlier in the race to develop an empire a meer 30 years ago was now a large and growing power; rabidly imperialistic it'd taken advantage of its relatively isolated position bordering a few smaller powers to overwhelm (or, in havenic terminology, liberate) them, resulting in the creation of a few new provinces. This had alarmed many around the galaxy, and the Haven was not generally invited to take part in fashionable events anymore. But when the nation which dubbed itself the Abode of Liberty had hard the recent request to train a leading barbarian female in the arts of the warrior, they had jumped at the opportunity. After all; it was a chance to enlighten the people of a 'tyranny' (virtually any state which did not conform to the Haven's rather extreme ideas of freedom and liberty) about Havenic ways. And so, with the speed that could be accomplished by few but one of the Haven's elite band of cyborg soldiers, Sarina responded to the invitation.

My name is Sarina a'Rakin. I am 35 years old, from the Eliscan province of the True and United Haven, the abode of Liberty and Freedom in this turbulent galaxy. Though I have no noble title of my own, and have no wish to gain such, I am a squad commander in the Havenic fighter forces, and have considerable experience in ground combat. I am skilled with many foms of combat weapons, including rifles and pistols; likewise I am a keen student of swordplay.
My motivations for taking up this role are largely confined to the fact that I wish to experience a change from my homeland. Though of course I am happy with life in the Glorious Haven, I wish to see more. Likewise, I am keen to experience for myself whether the styles of combat prevalent in our land are of a standard that is compatable with the rest of the civilised galaxy.

Their was no signature to the cyborg's communication, but once the rhudimentary formalities had been completed, she was on her way.

---

The standard Havenic starfighter was much like Sarina's craft, though perhaps a little slower and more devoid of experimental weaponry the cyborg was trying to evelop. She sat in the cramped piloting area, staring at blinking monitor screens and listening to the comforting hum of the engines, and switched off. Literally switched off. Her background systems remained active, keeping the human-machine hibred alive, but her eyes closed and her breathing almost ceased, while thick charging cables dispensed power into one of her arms. The ship would wake her should it need to, but right now she needed to have a full recharge: yes she'd be full of unwanted energy for a bit but no one knew what facilities the Roanians would have for refilling her power supplies.

She awoke a while later, on an energy high and with a ship about to dock. Computers had chatted to each other, and gained her permission to descend into a small docking bay; and a few minutes later a statuesque, oddly young-looking, pale-skinned lady was descending the ramp of her ship, the 'demise of tyrants' onto the Roanian ground.

She joined a group of other women headed down from the space port to the surface, and instantly knew that she was on the right place. As they landed, she took in the words of the self-proclaimed grand secretary with a total lack of expression, standing earily still as she let them wash over her. Though she expected it to be something like this, she had no idea quite how highly-placed the trainee was; it was all meaningless though, she stood coldly; emotionlessly; a silent, observant machine.

[Xirnium]

While the lackey finished introducing himself, Ilona’s thin lips pursed between the two lines which, running from her nostrils to the sides of her mouth, enshrine the contempt of the truly blue-blooded. He was apparently uninterested in their own names, so she let him lead the way, stalking at his heels with a toe-kicking cavalrywoman's stride which was almost a wolf’s lope.

Ilona z’Elanä, baronetess of Nauzâraug, was of middle age, middle height and very slender, with handsome aquiline features, pale under a broad forehead and slim arched brows. She was clad in a white close-fitting fencing tunic (with a small red heart-shaped patch over her breast and button fastening over the shoulder) and white fencing breeches. Her hair, which was blonde but had begun to grey, hung in a long, thick, loosely-braided ponytail.

When the women arrived where they would board their transports, Ilona pulled heavy bags from her back and long gun cases from her shoulder. In the crook of her arm, she held an upturned quadrille wire-mesh fencing mask. Her left arm was armoured with steel vambrace, rerebrace, couter, spaudler and pauldron, and her left hand was steel gauntleted. Her right hand had the star-shaped white scar of a bullet-wound on its pale wrist, and gripped the pommel of a basket-hilted broadsword.

At best the maître d’escrime could understand maybe a third of what this Greizon Sieg was saying. Something something great shame something something spirits of the ancestors. She cocked her head on one side and stared at the lackey for a moment, brows furrowed, as though he were an insect which had crawled out from under the sugar bowl.

‘When will we meet our students?’ Ilona asked. Her English was uninspired, her accent Middle Närvärynese by its singsong lilt. ‘Where will we stay?’

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

Nathicana was, if anything, likely the antithesis of what a proper lady - Reixanxi or otherwise - was considered to be by the natives here. And in truth, that opinion was one that had been held by several over the years. Not that it concerned her.

She was dressed not in anything delicate, nor was she dressed in anything that she used to make her appearances in, such as the Dominion militaristic attire to suggest strength and command, or the bold revealing attire often utilized to either entrance or intimidate, depending on the personalities involved. Granted, black and red had always suited her, and was traditionally representative of her nation, so perhaps it wasn’t surprising that she had chosen her cargo pants and pocketed jacket from the former, and the light cotton tee underneath from a dark shade of the latter. Simple combat boots, clearly broken in though kept shined and in good repair, completed the look. She wore no jewelry, and had only a duffel bag she kept with her, slung effortlessly over one shoulder as if the weight were no consequence at all.

Her hair fell in thick ombre waves to her waist, tossed back casually over her shoulders. From deep black, through several natural-looking shades of auburn to red to blonde at the tips, it was a sharp contrast to her traditional raven locks, with the telltale streaks of grey that she had allowed to develop naturally in more recent years.

If they were unwelcome, she certainly didn’t let it show, walking with her head high, her chin tilted ever so slightly up in that telltale sign that she was more than ready and willing for a confrontation, and a brilliant smile that she flashed at anyone who met her eye. The fact she let her teeth show may have been indicative of something less that completely friendly, in spite of the natural and pleasant manner it was offered in, but only those who knew her well would have understood the significance. Greizon was the exception. For him, the smile was more gentle, and offered close-lipped.

“A pleasure, Grand Secretary,” was all she’d offered as Grieg made his introduction, following along as if she were still the Dominion Imperatrice being accompanied to a state function, in spite of her unofficial standing and casual attire.

As he made his explanation of the situation, one sculpted brow arched up ever so slightly. The prince, marrying a foreigner? Well, they did have a thing for the furry sorts, at least by way of fascination and legend. She could see the appeal, and in fact, had a rather longstanding and mutually pleasant relationship with a certain kzintosh in the ‘Pendran navy. But she hadn’t heard of anything coming of it in regards to these particular people. Especially not among the royals.

Greizon’s explanation continued, and her expression shifted along with it. So it was to be that way, was it? Well, she’d certainly had her share of interesting interactions with various Roanian peoples, from the well-meaning but ill-equipped grandmother of the prince in question, to that damnable Nesar, God rest his soul she supposed, to some rather horrid sorts on both sides of their binary gender norm … such as it was. She never had been able to wrap her head around the changing thereof, but then she rather enjoyed being who and what she was, and couldn’t imagine being any other way. She knew such things existed in various cultures, even various methods and scientific ways, but it remained a confusing situation in her mind, nonetheless. The crux of the current situation, however, was crystal clear.

She met Greizon’s smile with a quietly wicked one of her own, showing just a hint of teeth. “Capisco, Grand Secretary. This … is going to be fun.”

When one of the others present asked about the students, she glanced in her direction, then back to Greizon expectantly. The others hadn’t concerned her overmuch. After all, they were all there for the same reason, and they all had their value and skills or they wouldn’t be there. She wasn’t here to wrangle any concessions from any governments, nor to start or stop a war, after all. And either they would get along or they wouldn’t as they went about their tasks. Time would tell, and she was for now, more than patient to see how things progressed, preferring to simply observe and mind her own business.

For a change.

[Roania]

Sieg gave the women who spoke the barest glance. "You will be meeting your students presently, Dame z'Elanae. As to your other question..." Sieg stroked his jaw thoughtfully. "The Lord has seen fit to provide you and your students with a guard barracks, complete with practice yard and armory. Your every need will be met with by the palace staff. There are one or two conditions of this placement that the Lord has set, which I will explain when we have arrived." The kitsuite looked down the road, his ears twitching. "Our ride is arriving."

An armored vehicle heaved slowly into view, its black and yellow paint reflecting the weak sunlight. When it reached the shuttleport it stopped and sank into the ground, before one of the walls fell outwards to reveal a set of seats and carry racks. "These the girls playing at soldiers?" The driver said with a snort and a spit on the ground opposite them. "Get in, you lot, I've got better things to do than carry around a bunch of pansies and their knitting needles."

Sieg took a breath. And then another. And then he looked to the ladies. Sotto voce, he murmured, "Forgive me, some trouble with the staff." And then he turned to the driver. "The Lord has called these honorable women here to serve as we serve, and you have been granted the honor of carrying them to the great Palace." He spoke in deliberate, perfect English, loud enough for everyone around to hear. "I strongly suggest you recognize the honor that the Lord intended it to be." This was left to hang in the air for a moment. "Now, get out of the truck and help the Lord's guests with their bags."

"Come on, it's just us boys! Don't talk like that in front of the girls, I may want one of them later!" Still, the driver did as ordered. He gave each woman a leer as he passed, and the Baronetess came in for a special glance. "Wow, look at this one. What kind of husband lets their wife parade around like a little boy in trousers?" He called to Sieg.

"That will do, Captain. Drop what you're doing and stand down." The Grand Secretary's voice was growing more tired by the minute. "I will take it from here."

"Oh, come on, you just want to keep them for yourself. And looking at the rest of them, I can see why!" Rudanese rarely whistle, but this one did. Long and high, as he took in the girls in front of him. "Come on, they clearly want it. Why else would they...

"I distinctly gave you an order, Corporal." Sieg pinched his nose from one hand, then palmed a piece of jade from his pocket with the other, tossing it into the air. Jade shouldn't sparkle, but this did as it hung for a full minute before Sieg snatched it back. The newly demoted man went quite quiet, then hit the ground with his heads and palms. "Apologize to our guests." The soldier rose to a kneeling position and then crouched once more, three times, head and palms on the floor. "I shall be making a report to the Dragon Throne after I have seen our guests to their quarters." One boot went on the other man's back, and Sieg pushed him down to the ground. "For your sake, I shall hope the Lord is not in the mood to make examples." There was a pause, and then he stepped in front of the cowering guard and spoke to the women once more. "My apologies, it seems you simply cannot get the staff these days." It was a weak joke. "But you see my sister's difficulties now, I believe. And perhaps you see why I have chosen to include other girls."

Without a further word, he hurried them onto the transport with their baggage and slipped into the driver's seat. "I believe the term my father used is a 'boy's club'. That is the imperial army and its brother organizations. And it has carried on too long, and it has bled too much into the rest of our people. I do not know my emperor's thoughts..." And here the kitsuite betrayed his heritage, for those in the know, as not being entirely local, "but I know mine. This cannot stand. It will be slow, and hard, and my sisters may not live to see it, but with your help I think we may make a start." Then he leaned out of the window as the door began to close. "Did you remember to bring your sidearm, Corporal? You may want it, before long." Back to his passengers. "It's been a while since I was in uniform myself, but it's like riding a bike. You never really forget how to drive one of these, and it impresses the locals to no end when you do."

They were on their way down the road, no windows available for passengers, when the car backfired. Or, at least, Sieg said that was what happened.

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

The former Imperatrice couldn't understand the native language, but then she didn't have to. The derision and insult were clear enough. 'You lot'? Well, the manners certainly hadn't improved since the last time she'd visited in any case.

Nathi met the driver's look with a challenging, unblinking one of her own that was anything but inviting. She loaded her own bag with as effortless a toss as she'd carried it. The heavy 'whump' it made on landing belied the real weight behind it, giving away that it likely was not filled with arts, crafts, and frilly underthings.

She could have shown them all her notorious temper, granted. It might have even been fun, at least for a few minutes. Instead, she merely looked amused. Disdainfully so. She spoke idly to the others while Greizon began dealing with the offensive officer, being sure she was loud enough to be heard by all present.

"Why any of them think we'd give them a second glance is beyond me, ladies. But there you have it. When boys play at being men, you'll have these little impotent, misguided shows of machismo. Something to do with making up for small penis size, premature ejaculation, difficulties maintaining an erection or something? I don't make a habit of entertaining children, so I'm afraid some of that is outside my realm of personal experience."

The apologetic bows were accepted with that same amused and somewhat arrogant smile, managing to look tall from the demoted officer's position in spite of her diminutive stature. She made a brief disappointed click of her tongue, shook her head, then with full and practiced womanly grace, got into the truck.

She didn't so much as flinch, nor acknowledge the gunshot or Greizon's explanation as they drove off.

"You certainly have your hands full here, Grand Secretary. There have been a number of times that efforts to change the status quo here were attempted, but nothing much came of it. Save, perhaps, in this younger generation of royals. There have been a number of changes there, if I've heard correctly. And some unusual circumstances all around."

Nathi paused, then completed her thoughts. "I hope we can be of some assistance in helping achieve that better path you'd like to work towards."

[Lady Scylla]

The Scyllan Syndicate
United in Defiance, Divided in Solidarity

---

Accepted. Rhessa looked at the communication, and then leaned back in her seat. Before her were the windows of the cockpit, and beyond that, the billions of flickering candles in an ocean of obsidian. "I guess that was easy," she murmured. She sat up and started to flick switches, letting monitors and lights come on as she spoke -- "Lyra, set a course for the Roani expanse -- we've work to do." As the ship roared to life with a shake -- something that didn't unsettle the Scyllan -- the ship's computer replied, "Right away, Chancellor."

A bright, neon blue light on the back of the vessel where the thrusters were grew in size, and then the ship vanished. When it had reappeared at its destination, Lyra confirmed docking orders and the small shuttle moved into position. The shutter of the clamps on the vessel signalled to Rhessa that they had completed their dock. She wasted no time, and quickly leapt from her seat. "Y'know what to do, Lyra," she said as she rummaged through the cabinets in the back. "Yes, Ma'am," the computer replied.

As the door opened, the mid-height, slender looking woman stepped out onto the busy docks. Her red hair was short -- very short -- not meeting even the nape of her neck. Her skin was also pale, and where the bangs of her hair had parted, there rested two burning pools of amber eyes. Beyond that, she lacked make-up, and her clothing was remarkably plain. She had a thin, pale blue sweatshirt that the colour had long started to bleed away -- and matching were some jeans. A woman of the Scyllan Armada, and this was the impression she would give.

When she had met up with the others, she took them all in. She was under the impression that only one would be selected, but it appeared, going by the brief, that they'd all be working together to train. Beyond that, she remained silent and stoic -- she liked being unnoticed if at all possible. When the driver had appeared and made his snide remarks, she simply watched. She had no personal items with her, not even a bag. So piling into the vehicle was easy enough without much trouble. And as they started off, she chose to survey the Roani landscape.

[CoraSpia]

Sarina A'Rakin

Peace, Sarina. She tok a long, deep breath, then another...then another; her look from the grand secretary to his sobordinate looking somewhat piteous; it would take a master of reading expressions to spot the glint of coldly burning anger behind what she was happy for her eyes to show.
The cyborg stood perfectly still and straight, observing and wishing to act though she knew that doing so would mean that her mission, and quite possibly her life, would be lost; and so, althouth it tortured her t do so, she stood still; just watching. This was her first taste of life in a 'tyranny' and she knew why the Haven was taking a far more aggressive stand for freedom wherever it could extend its reach: people like these Roanians needed to be taught the ways of civilisation and liberty, and to be rescued from their barbarous ways by the firm but loving hand of the True and United Haven.
She turned to one of her fellow invitees who was giving something of a commentary of her thoughts of the incident, and gave her a cerene, gentile smile. "I do not think that it is anything of that nature," she told her softly. Her fact was familiar in some way; probably somebody from a newscast, she could not remember. "His culture simply isn't used to seing women fighting; he probably sees it as strange. Education is the key, not aggression..." she visibly flinched as she watched the grand secretary chastise the man and if anyone was really listening to her they may hear her say under her breath 'Is this really necisary?'

Wishing to help the unfortunate man bu remembering her mission, she flung her vast hard hardware case onto one of the racks, before climbing aboard still with that cerene smile plastered over her beautiful face.

The smile lasted a while, in fact. All the way until she heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot; it was then replaced by a look of pure contempt; as if she had just stepped in something that made her feel slightly sick.

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

Sarina A'Rakin "I do not think that it is anything of that nature," she told her softly. Her fact was familiar in some way; probably somebody from a newscast, she could not remember. "His culture simply isn't used to seing women fighting; he probably sees it as strange. Education is the key, not aggression..."

Nathi acknowledged the woman's comment with a slight nod, waiting until they were well underway to continue any exchange.

"Well, that was an eventful if all too familiar welcome. You've my sympathy, Greizon. But then, I've been dealing with Roanian biases for a very long time now in one way or another. Perhaps my former decorum has slipped somewhat. That, or I no longer have to be concerned with causing an international incident. At least, one hopes not."

"Ladies, as we're going to be working together, perhaps we ought to take the opportunity to get to know one another. I'm Nathicana, though you're welcome to call me Nathi if that's easier. We'll save the 'Dread Lady' for if it becomes necessary to remind any of the ... gentlemen here of my reputation and former status. Former Imperatrice of the Dominion, now retired. My daughter, Naiya, has taken my place there."

She extended her hand first to Sarina in greeting, her grip firm but not rude or overpowering if accepted. "You're right, of course. They have a very longstanding bias here, and some interesting ideas about gender and status and perceived roles. There have been a number of attempts in my memory to change things - the former Empress having been a large part of that, the poor dear. Her rule set a number of the 'good old boys' on edge, and they never missed an opportunity to give her shit about it --- pardon. They were less than kind, and of very little help. We'll likely run into many of the same attitudes here. And personally, would be on my guard in spite of any promises of safety - again, your pardon Grand Secretary. Simply an opinion on the reality of the situation here, and acknowledging the attitudes and capabilities of your less civilized citizens here."

Here Nathi let out a quiet sigh of regret. "Fanged God, I wish I would have had that language chip installed. It would have made for some surprising reversals here. Alas." Then she brightened, waving that thought away.

"But what of the rest of you?"

[Roania]

"Perhaps he expected that owing to our past service together, I would not include it in my report. Though all men are brothers, we all do have our parts to play. and... If I did not report his failure to behave appropriately, one of the groundskeepers would have. Or perhaps one of you would have mentioned it at an unguarded moment." The Grand Secretary smiled. Or, at least, his lips turned upwards. "The Lord would have found out eventually. And his fury would be... inspiring, shall we say. " Sieg shook his head.

They drove on for a few minutes more and then he stopped the engine. As they rolled to a halt, Sieg spoke quickly, firmly, quietly. "The Retire d Empress has few friends here, my Lady Nathicana." And her son wasn't one of them. "I would suggest that you keep such observations to yourself. As to your safety. what can be done will be done. Only a fool would dare the wrath of the Dragon, but all too many men are fools. Trust, but be cautious in whom you trust. But enough of such talk! What will come will come. Welcome, my ladies, to your residence."

***

The old imperial barracks were a large brick building, painted in faded blue and yellow. To the south, neatly abutting the ramparts, was the beginning of the great yellow outer wall of the imperial palace. To the east, in the distance, stood the cliffside walls that guarded the entire island. "You will have twelve students, at least to start. I would recommend not getting attached to any of them, for reasons you may already have a slight notion of. Your rooms will be on the bottom floor, two on each side of the armory, for which there is one key... which I regret to inform you we have not yet found." This was said while leading the women into the central courtyard. "Don't let that worry you, though, my father and mother have made sure that everything else here is in top condition and fully refurbished."

The central courtyard was a long, straight dirt quad. On one side of the wall lay resting a few practice targets and dummies. At the far end was a massive wooden door with a keyhole easily the size of one of their fists, with two smaller doors on each side. At each corner was a spiral staircase. "Your students will all be on the second floor. The third and fourth floors are unsafe, and so the stairs leading up to them have been dismantled." Sieg sighed and tugged on one long fox-ear. "Access to the palace is currently closed, but will be through the ready room on the second floor. Hopefully we will have that... ready for you by tomorrow. You are expected in the Hall of the Dragon Throne this evening to receive the imperial warrant, be prepared to be polite, the more polite you are the faster you'll be done." The man had the sound of someone who's been practicing this list all day. "If need be I or my wife will coach you on how to bow properly. Meals will be in the general mess off to our left here, the palace staff are awaiting your orders for a meal plan for your students, and I think that's about it from my end. Let me bring your pupils down and I will be on my way."

Sieg pressed his fist to palm and bowed low, then shouted loudly, his voice echoing. "On your way, girls, you're wasting daylight!"

There were four staircases, and soon girls were running down each one. All that united them was their femininity, though the majority were the paler, softer girls most famous from the empire. They were not alone, though, as there were was a much darker Tonhi maiden and a few from other, more distant worlds. What set them apart was their attire.

Most of the girls were wearing their underclothes, breast bands and a skirt. Two of them had been, perhaps, wiser, and were wearing the pants and smock of boys much younger than them. The largest of the girls wore only a pair of what might be shorts, unconcerned with the presence of a man. She was also far more muscled than the others. The smallest (an almost white girl with platinum blonde hair and large, pale blue eyes) wore her entire formal ensemble and had her eyes tightly closed, a few strange words leaving her lips. She was, of course, praying for this whole thing to be a nightmare from which she'd awake.

One person was noticeably absent, though. Nowhere was there the girl they'd originally been asked to train. "Qiru Mia, where is my sister?" Sieg looked pointedly at one of the less uncertain Rudanese girls. She opened her mouth to be smart, but then thought better of it and shrugged.

Raised voices soon answered anyway. "Haven't you done quite enough already?" There was the sound of a door slamming loudly somewhere in the complex. This was a young, strained voice, filled with emotion and pain.

"Is that any way to treat a friend?" This was not. Its owner was cold, poised and poisonous. "You need to think of someone besides yourself, future sister-in-law."

"That's rich coming from you!"

"How was I to know that you wanted this? I think I did you a favor. and now you repay me as though I'm your enemy?"

Sieg's expression had gone flat. As did his voice, when he finally spoke. "Sister. Honorable princess." He began to sink to his knees as the arguing girls walked down the stairs.

"Oh, Sieg." The Princess didn't even bat an eye at the other students, or the four teachers. She switched to English and spoke it perfectly, without even a hint of an accent. "I'm glad you're here. Tell your sister why my presence here is required to make sure your idiot plan works?" She was a sight. She perceived herself as one of the loveliest women ever to dwell in the Empire, and most (but, crucially, sadly, not all) agreed. Her body was soft, warm and inviting... provided one didn't look at her eyes, which belonged to something under a rock.

"You invited her?" Xeiri, on the other hand, was far more grounded. And at the moment, furious. Still, not so furious she forgot her manners. With a moment she placed her palms together and bowed to the four teachers. "Forgive me a moment." And then she turned back to her brother. "But she..."

"I felt that the example of the honorable Princess attending would make all the difference. You agreed to let me try to work with this. But it wasn't entirely my idea." The two kitsuite looked at the Princess with something akin to hate. Hate tinged with more than mortal fear. The other girls seemed cowed.

"Daddy said it would be just fine." The Princess said triumphantly. "Are you going to argue with that, Greizon Xeiri?"

"Enough." Seig took a deep breath. "You will comport yourself properly, or I will speak to the Lord myself. You have already caused the Throne to lose face by behaving this way in public. I advise you to regain your standing."

The princess blinked, once, twice, and then smoothly turned back to the teachers and placed her hands together, sinking into the most perfect bow. "I am the princess of the Empire. But as you will be as my teachers for this time, you may call me Lixuan. And as you," this was directed to the other students, "will be my colleagues, then I extend to you the permission to call me Asen Lixuan." And with that she rose and undid the yellow robe she wore. It faded into nothingness as it fell from her sleeves. Beneath, she wore a belted tunic with trousers, cut to fit her perfectly.

Xeiri glowered momentarily, but tried to put it away and bring her smile back. "I... yes. Forgive me. I am Greizon Xeiri, youngest child of the Prince of the Center. I extend to all permission to address me by my given name." And then she sat down by the tiny pale girl, who stared at her and then skittered away without seeming to move.

"In fact, that is a wise idea." Seig said, as if he had just thought of it. "Everyone, rise and tell your colleagues and masters your name. All will be addressed by their given name at this time." He said this with an especial look at Lixuan, who simply shrugged.

The other girls rose to their feet as instructed, and bowed.

"I am Afshan. I am daughter of the Khan. I will learn and teach my people that we may be stronger." This was the large, topless woman.

Then there were the Rudanese. Mia, Sister of the Prince of the East. Jun, Niece of the Prince of the West. Ailsia, daughter of the Prince of the North. Tai, of the Ta Clan, Cousin of the Celestial Master. None of them wanted to be here. Not that they were so gauche as to say so.

A well-painted girl who said in halting English, and gave every sign of hating the words she was speaking, that she was Nae-Min, of the Royal House of Jeok.

One of them rose, and said nothing. Her face was utterly expressionless, and lacked any make-up. She simply looked to Sieg, who took a shallow breath and introduced her. "This is Padma. She is... connected in some way to the Masked Court of Myaar. She will not speak without her mask, but I thought it best to leave that for you to decide on a day to day basis. I asked her to come down without it earlier." And he obviously regretted it. The girl didn't bother to bow, simply sat back in her seat.

The Tonhi girl quickly leaped to her feet. "I am Ha! I am great-grand niece of Honorable Imperial Consort, and I will learn so that my sons will be strong and be named my husband's heirs and my daughters will each be first wives!" In sitting, she was too eager and she ended up treading on the finger of her neighbor, who glared before rising.

She seemed very hesitant to speak, but finally managed to get out a few words in English, "I Alohihani. Come from Paathar." That was the limit of her knowledge for the moment, and she sat back down.

Last was the tiny white girl who stood up and wrapped her robes around her for comfort. "I am Katsi-Una! I am here because my father is loyal to the Dragon Throne! He has ordered my presence and I have been sent! I obey my summons!" She shouted each word with precision, looking around at her unfamiliar surroundings as if she was trapped in some hell. "I will not hold the Dragon Throne responsible if this makes me unable to obtain a good match! It is good to obey!"

[CoraSpia]

Sarina shook Nathikana's hand firmly, obviously not trying to crush it yet equally clearly showing her that their was at least some steel in her statuesque, beautiful frame. The cyborg smiled pleasantly as the other woman spoke, looking as if she had all the time in the world; just as she had been taught. It did not do for one of the free people to show discomfort or annoyance in an unliberated tyranny...to do that would be to show weakness, something that the tyrants must not be allowed to perceive.
"My name is Sarina A'Rakin," she explained to the frmer imperatrice in her usual warm, inviting voice. If she was who she thought she was, she was known as a tyrant; Sarina must be on her guard otherwise she might attempt to enslave her! "I am from the Haven. I'm a squad commander in the liberation force," she adopted a nice blush "It's usually my job to see that oppressive regimes are brought to the ground, and that the people who once toiled under them are able to flourish in the freedom that the Haven provides."
Sarina was speaking without the slightest bit of irony in her voice; the Haven, generally acknowledged as one of the galaxy's most rabidly imperialistic powers had taken a while ago to referring to itself as a peace-loving, freedom-exporting wonderland; and though its people did live very free lives compared to the rest of the galaxy, its military spent most of its time ruining the lives of billions of innocents. "So what brings you hear?" she asked happily. "Myself I'm just hear to help bring a bit of well-needed change to this place, and to see if I'm capable of doing the training regimes for when I'm too old for active service. Being as I am a cyborg though..." she cursed inwardly, realising she hadn't stated this before, "That'll probably be when I'm about a hundred years old or something. Noone really knows."

Her ramblings ceased however when she set eyes on where they should be staying for their time in the empire. "I shouldn't have expected anything better," she thought grimly as the group filed out of the transport, Sarina walking close behind the grand secretary.
She had, on the other hand, hoped that it might be slightly better than what Sieg seemed to be describing however. From what it sounded like, the building was in a state of disrepair; she as happy that she'd brought a decent stock of weaponry along with her in her hardware case because it appeared that they would have to make do without weapons either until someone found the key, or until she finally got annoyed with teaching people how to use her weird and sometimes experimental gear and decided to blast the door to the armory down.
To make matters worse, they only had two floors because Roania in all its wealth had apparently seen fit to offer them a building that was only half-inhabitable. One thing was now very clear to them; for all the high-placed reception party and noble students, they were not wanted here.

When the students arrived, she again had to restrain herself from groaning: they were a mix of pampered noble girls and painted savages, in various states of what she could only call, from a military perspective, disrepare. One small student looked so un-soldierlike that she was hugging what appeared to be robes around herself; when Zeri and the Princess came downstairs bickering, it just made her heart sink further, knowing just how the sketch probably went.
'Oh! I know, won't it be funny if we get some funny foreign women in to teach a group of our more unhinged noblewomen how to fight! Let's put cameras in the training area so we can watch!'
She didn't say any of this, of course, and maintained her composure as they all introduced themselves. Some of them didn't even speak English, one of them wouldn't speak at all, and another seemed to be a total loony! She focussed her eyes on the loony, the tiny white girl still wearing the robes, and asked her in an almost inaudible whisper "Is it?" before straightening and proceeding to take the lead amongst the teachers.

"I am Sarina A'Rakin, Squadron commander, Liberation Force, True and United Haven," she introduced herself. "You may, of course, address me simply as Sarina. Now, before everyone else introduces themselves, I want to make one thing clear. Can any of you inform me quite how much I care about what your rank is, or who your family is when you're learning from me?" she asked, glancing around "Nothing at all. It's my job to teach you how to be good soldiers, and part of that is forgetting things like where you and your comrades stand in the social foodchain. Is this perfectly clear?"

[New Naggoroth]

With a low whistle and a soft hum, a sleek black groundcar came to a halt outside the run-down barracks, just in behind the parked and seemingly abandoned army truck. Despite it's lack of obvious markings, the car practically glittered and looked every inch the kind of official car given to someone important, like a foreign dignitary or head of state. The occupants were perhaps a step below that kind of esteem, but nonetheless they were quite important in the Empire, and so rode in style.

The driver, a young Roanian page dressed in the livery of the House of Drakharn, was exceptionally quick to hop out and open the rear doors of the passenger vehicle. With an extended hand he helped the two women seated in back out of the car; the first, a tall and striking woman, with lean a lean and hawkish look to her, to say nothing of the broad black-feathered wings that curled around her lower body, nor the ivory horns that did likewise around her head. Dressed in the somewhat risque style of business close popular in the Dominion, she was practically the polar opposite of the next woman to disembark, a delicate maiden who it could be said resembled a porcelain doll, save for the strips of cloth wrapped around her head to cover her left eye. Dressed in a flowing sleeveless gown of lavender silk done up snugly around the waist with a matched bodice, and with a long shawl draped around her and held up with her arms, she looked every inch like a princess out of story.

After gaving the page a page little more then a brief nod, he promptly scampered off, his duty fulfilled. He wasn't exactly keen to spend much time around the veiled noblewoman or her valkyrie of an attendant, and gladly took advantage of his dismissal.

"Are you sure this is such a good idea, mistress?" the winged woman said with a frown and a sigh, the accommodations hardly to her liking. "I mean, I know defying the order of the Emperor is about as mad as you can get, but he did give you a choice..."

"Now now Roka," Ellenith Drakharn said softly, her voice every bit as delicate and cultured as the rest of her, "My cousin is not the type for practical jokes, so despite appearances, this is quite serious," she lead her attendant into the building, despite her continued grumbling. "And I assure you, had we declined His Majesty's "invitation", he would have found us something far less pleasant to do instead..."

"I know, mistress," the winged woman said sullenly, bowing to her superior's wisdom, "But still... I'm not exactly a teacher, and these are barely what one might consider pupils..."

The clatter of footsteps resounded above them as they entered the barracks, and ahead they could hear the sound of voices. As the noise died down, Ellenith recognized several of the dialects being spoken, her trained ear picking up both the local Rudanese language, as well as Standard Galach and a few words of other, less common tongues of the Empire.

"Ah, Grand Secretary, good you've gathered them all up," Ellenith said loudly to the the group as they finished their introductions, pleased to see all of the students gathered, along with her fellow teachers. She'd already read the files, and was quite familiar with them all. "A pleasure to meet you all, both new acquaintances and old," she inclined her head to the group of teachers politely, only recognizing the former Imperatrice among them. "Marquis Ellenith Drakharn, at your service. Apologies for not meeting you at the landing, but I was unfortunately detained in a meeting. My handmaiden here," she held out a gloved hand as she turned her attention to the assembled girls, indicating the horned and winged valkyrie who bowed respectfully to the group, a touch lower then Elly had, "Roka Ellowuyr, will be aiding me in your training. I trust you're all ready and eager to begin your lessons?"

[Xirnium]

‘Good morning, girls,’ said Ilona, after giving the school a few moments to fully reflect on the squadron commander’s words of wisdom and to respond to the Marquise’s question. Ilona’s unfamiliar English gave the term a kindly rather than a patronising quality.

‘My name is Ilona, XVII Baronetess z’Elanä of Nauzâraug,’ said the maître d’escrime, as she had said to the Dread Lady during their short drive. ‘You may call me “madam”. I am comfortable using either your given names, as the Grand Secretary has recommended, or your surname, according to your personal preference.

‘By way of some background, I am a demobilised lieutenant in the Army of the Association of March Shires and sorority alumna of Corps Vogàret-Närväryn, a fencing student corporation. I saw action as part of CIX Dragoon Guards Brigade in the Battles of Xyvarëngwën and Villâny in MMMDCCLXX. Later during the War, I was a qualified instructor in bayonet training. I also taught classes in the functioning and stoppages of the automatic rifle.

‘I have stood in duels, both the so-called “mensur”, against members of other student corporations, and duels which were a matter of life and death.

‘For the last 20 years, I have been private fencing master to many of the elite families of the Bright Republic.

‘His Majesty has commissioned me to teach you swordplay. I can help you learn that subtle and dangerous art. Pay close attention to me, make yourself a vessel for my experience, and then if you choose you may become true swordswomen, experts in the art of the duel to the death.’

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

Nathicana chose to remain silent as the girls made their introductions, as did the other instructors. Elly’s arrival was a pleasant surprise, though in truth, she was more familiar with her parents. Dear god, the girl had grown - blossomed, in fact. She didn’t miss the Dominion label worn by her handmaiden either, though she refrained from allowing anything more than a subtle nod of acknowledgement to the beautiful younger woman.

She made several assessments right off the bat, the first of which was the obvious disparity in the group of girls, ranging from ages, to origins, to their desire to be there at all. She even felt a brief flash of pity for some, knowing all too well the fear that most likely drove them to be here at all, and the eons-long brainwashing that enabled it all. Nathi rather doubted the handful of foreigners could turn that around all by themselves, but she hoped they might at least make a difference in the lives of these girls. Perhaps. With a great deal of luck.

Her disapproval of Sarina's approach was only hinted at by a quiet click of her tongue. Perhaps coming from a position of unquestioned authority was what they were accustomed to - and one she didn’t entirely disapprove of, were she honest. But it didn’t seem quite right for the situation. Especially coming from a foreigner, a strong one at that. Elly of course was the very picture of elegance and class, but then she had the benefit of having grown up around all of this, and an intricate understanding of How Things Worked ™. Ilona was perfectly businesslike and professional - also much approved of in Nathicana’s mind, and offered even more information on her skills and qualifications. All very above board.

Still, she had a different idea as to how to start things off here. And so, in her usual style, she went with it.

After the others had made their introductions and been given whatever answers were forthcoming, she pulled herself up to her full unimpressive height of around five and a half feet, looking each of the dozen girls for a moment before offering a carefully measured bow to the group - one appropriate between an instructor to students of elevated status, such as they were.

“I am Nathicana D’Aquisto, Dread Lady and First Imperatrice of the Dominion, now retired. I am mother to Empires, grandmother to their heirs, accounted a friend of Heroes,” the word was given the slight emphasis it deserved, whether they understood it or not, “A foe of the Great Enemy, and a victor of many battles both on and off the field.”

“I have been both protector and destroyer, conqueror and peacemaker, lifebringer and assassin, lover and nemesis. And I am here now to offer my services and knowledge to you, if you will have them. You may call me Nathicana, or Nathi as suits you best.”

She studied the faces and reactions of the students a moment longer, then spoke to Greizon while keeping her eyes on the girls. “Grand Secretary, would it be permissible to make a small request of the most honorable Lord of Ten Thousand Years, do you think? To ask his gracious permission to speak freely here with the girls during instruction, and have them do the same, without concern for reprisals or dark marks against their honor, or those of their houses or indeed, himself? Base honesty may be the best starting point to see where which strengths lay in each of the students. And I sense a hesitation on their part to do anything that might, accidentally or otherwise, displease, or dishonor in some way - which is usually only right and proper. I may require them to work past that to offer a full assessment and proper training, with the understanding that nothing said or done would be in any way against the interests of your Emperor or his empire.”

Oh, it had been a while since she’d had to trot out the more formal speech. Perhaps that was proper enough to pass muster. Or not. The Roanian’s had always been a very tricky group to deal with, given the mind-boggling complexity of their society. This time, she hoped that asking permission would be better than later begging forgiveness. They never had been too keen on that part of the equation, in her experience.

[Lady Scylla]

The Scyllan Syndicate
United in Defiance, Divided in Solidarity

---

Rhessa had mostly drowned out much of the conversation, if there were any, in the car ride. She had found a fascination with the Roani city outside. She'd seen foreign settlements, and they always seemed so alien; the anticipation of familiarity just never seemed to get old. When they had finally arrived, and sauntered out of the vehicle -- Rhessa looked upon the building, their residence, with an unsurprising glance. Given the show earlier with the driver, it had become apparent that being given embroidered pillows and some form of luxury was out of the question. They weren't welcome. In fact, it seemed obvious that they were meant to be out-of-sight, and out-of-mind -- most likely.

As the students came in after the Grand Secretary's introduction -- Rhessa raised a brow. None were the sort expected. Most hadn't seen so much as a blade, let alone a gun -- that much she was sure. When the Princess had arrived, she gave a low bow -- even though it was likely to have gone unnoticed. Such was customary in the Syndicate, even if Rhessa's home wasn't known for such tradition. As the other teachers gave their introductions, the Scyllan stood quietly until it was her turn. While they were all so adamant about their titles and achievements, Rhessa simply gave another low bow to the students.

"My name is Rhessa, I am from the Scyllan Syndicate and look forward to training with you," she said giving a smile and eyed the other teachers. It was the first time she'd actually taken the time to look at them. Sarina seemed overly prideful, privileged even. She'd definitely be a problem. Ilona was undeniably military -- and seasoned. The way she carried herself, her speech especially, spoke of someone used to following and giving orders -- conditioned in the rigour of military life. And then there was Nathicana. Rhessa took a moment to look her up and down. She was different. She was definitely smart, collected, and reeked of an aristocrat -- but she wasn't the snobby type of aristocrat -- Nathi was definitely the viper in the pit.

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

With the attention on Rhessa, Nathi took the opportunity to speak quietly to Sarina.

"Perhaps you are unfamiliar with these people, and the ah ... expectations of what we are to attempt here," she said, her lips hardly moving, her words for the other woman alone, for all the world simply seeming to be watching Rhessa make her introduction while happening to stand next to the other instructor.

"These are not soldiers, they are refined ladies of high and honored houses. Their families ought to matter - that's why they're here. Their rank explains the opportunity. We're enabling them to be more, not wanting to beat them down further in order to remold them into something that will never survive in their culture. We need to find a way to help them achieve the near impossible here. Won't do to simply terrify them, hm?"

[CoraSpia]

Sarina heard Nathikana's words and nodded an almost imperceptible fraction before whispering back, her soft and musical voice sounding considerably flatter at such a low volume.
"I understand," she said. "However, if we are going to train them they need to learn to put their old ways aside. Even if they never will be soldiers, they must think more like soldiers and less like princesses; otherwise they'll never be able to work together."

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

"When one enters another world and expects to force it to conform to their perception of what is or ought to be, one is often ... disappointed," Nathi replied simply, stepping away from the other woman to stand with her hands resting gently behind her back, her feet slightly apart, and her chin tilted up in an arch manner those who knew her were likely quite familiar. Clearly, she was done speaking and had no intention of continuing at that time.

She of course, was right, she thought to herself. And if Sarina wished to take her life in her own hands by spitting in the face of her hosts in presuming to put herself above them, that was her business. Nathicana knew better, possibly, were she honest, for similar mindsets when it came to national image. There were no people above the Reixanxi, and within their populace a hierarchy that to them, was well understood. The fact that foreign barbarians either didn't understand, didn't approve, or weren't aware bothered them not at all. And even when she was leading the Dominion, in spite of her own opinions and many others on 'equal standing among peers', it had been clear that the Lord or Lady of Ten Thousand Years stood at the very pinnacle, and all others were well beneath them.

No, a rude awakening was quite likely on the horizon. She had already reconciled her own instinctively stubborn mindset with the realities of the situation, and had no problem with going through the motions if that pleased the sensibilities of their hosts. A bow, a deference here made no change in who and what she was, nor reflected her worth - or lack thereof in their eyes - in any real way. Nathicana was a Dominion native, after all, and a successful one at that. She had nothing to prove in that regard, simply a challenge to meet and overcome. That was at the core of it, along with a very real concern for the welfare of fellow women in a repressive regime which had always bothered her, and remained an insult to her own sensibilities. Her previous efforts with Alessa would, of course, go unmentioned - especially after the warning from Greizon. This was a fresh start, in a different direction.

The hint of a smile touched the outer corners of her lips. Damned if she'd let some amateur with an ego sink those efforts, all the same.

[Roania]

Unfortunately, Sarina's harsh words had inspired a bit of a panic attack up and down the ranks. Only Xeiri, Lixuan, Afshan and Alohihani seemed unaffected, and while the Pathaar girl may not have been very good with galactic standard she was very good at understanding the minor breakdowns many of the girls were having. Soon, she was among them, tan arms wrapped around her peasant's tunic. The idea of being, or pretending, or trying, to be soldiers was not a popular one. And as the introductions continued, and keen ears picked up on Sarina's further insinuations, discipline itself broke down.

Xeiri tried to be the voice of reason. "Calm down, I'm sure it's just a... misunderstanding"

The kitsuite couldn't get any more words out before Katsi-Una rounded on her. "This is your fault! Because you can't just be a good girl! That's what my father said! What does Prince Cao see in you, anyway, you... you... you milk-cow fox thing!" Xeiri was on her feet, trying to muster a counter attack, as the tiny pale woman continued shrieking in an ascending tone, in a short sharp language that seemed very good at getting her point across, sending flashes of anger, outrage and mortification across her enemy's face. When she did begin shouting back, Lixuan joined in with malicious glee, fanning the flames of an argument.

The other Rudanese girls, with Mia at their head, had withdrawn with solemn contempt from the proceedings, staring at Sarina as if she was a peculiar species of bug. Jun produced a small fan and covered her mouth with it as she leaned in to speak to Ailsia. "I think she needs a man to see to her, don't you, cousin? One right up that obviously fake backside could do her a world of wonder. The nerve!"

Tai sniffed. "I shall speak to my aunt about her husband. How dare he invite someone so uncouth! Not that the rest are much better."

The Tonhi and Jeoken girl were hovering close by, wanting to gather for strength but each unwilling to join a group that had the other in it.

The remaining girls...

Afshan had decided this all was hilarious and was rolling on her back laughing.

Alohihani had curled up into a tight ball, her lack of linguistic acuity making her feel even more alone as the noise continued. Eventually she covered her ears and began to rock back and forth, droning a single phrase repeatedly.

And Padma? Padma had walked right up to Sarina and Nathicana. She didn't say anything. Or do anything. Her face remained as expressionless as ever.

And for the local official responsible? He... had backed up against the wall and was looking for an exit. Sieg had stood in a battle line, and fought for budgets, and argued with most of their fathers. But he was not up to handling 12 teenage girls all at once.

[Xirnium]

‘Girls, girls…’ said Ilona, who looked mortified. ‘What would the men say if they could see you?’ she asked, ignoring the emperor’s minister standing beside her who was a eunuch probably.

‘No squabbling amongst one another, please. If something is bothering you, you should let one of your instructors know.’