[OOC: CLOSED, NARRATIVE, RATED R]
Palace District
Astevane
Grand Empire of Aerion
Astevane, that most ancient capital of Aerion, buzzed with all the glory of a city of over two hundred million residents. The megalopolis now swallowed the protected plains that had once surrounded it, nearly a hundred miles of a densely packed urban environment stretched out to the distant mountains. Only spots of green indicating wealthy areas, the tops of wealthy arcologies, and parks interrupted the urban landscape. Thousands of gleaming skyscrapers stretched into the sky with crisscrossing roadways up to 50 to 100 floors high layered over each other. Dozens of massive arcologies dotted the skyline. In areas, the city had taken on the geography of urban canyons, and the ground itself could not be seen. The highest skyscraper in the city remained the gleaming Imperial Financial Tower, 400 floors high, towering over the Financial District into the clouds. Constant streams of cars on the roadways and VTOL craft on the skyways created veins of light in the night stretching throughout the city. Hundreds of other aircraft crisscrossed the skies. Imperial City may have been the new capital of Aerion, but Astevane remained the beating heart of the Grand Empire.
Like an oasis of calm, the darker Palace District and Garden District remained in the center of the city undisturbed by the growth around it. The gleaming lights of the city surrounded this darker, more subtly twinkling center. It was approximately ten miles to cross the Palace District, and a barrier zone with restricted building laws stretching out five more miles to create an island of low urban growth surrounded by limitless growth. VTOL craft were not permitted to fly over the Palace District except by special dispensation, and so one crossing the sky indicated one of the most powerful members of society. At the center of the Palace District, illuminated by floodlights like a glowing jewel in a museum, was the historic Wasterin Palace, which was a palace three times the size of Versailles or the Hofburg in Vienna.
The Wasterin Palace, formerly the Imperial Palace, was like a ghost of times past since the capital had moved to Imperial City and the seat of the Imperial Family to the new Imperial Palace. Most of the windows were shuttered or curtained and darkened. Entire wings of the Palace were closed. Where there were once the sounds of numerous raucous parties and celebrations, the sound of owls hooting and nightingales chirping could be heard in the gardens and courtyards of the Westerin Palace. These outside sounds were occasionally interspersed by the low hum of a flying security drone, sprinkler system, and gardening system robots, or the marching footsteps of a lone Wasterin Palace Guard given what was called the most boring and despised duty in the Imperial Guard. The lowest scoring soldiers of the Imperial Guard Academy or those who had angered a courtier often ended up at the Wasterin Palace.
The inside of the Palace was even more dark and ghostly. Hundreds of rooms were closed, furniture covered in protectant covers, and doors locked. The sound of cleaning robots could occasionally be heard in the closed wings, but not much else. Two wings of the Palace were kept open. The Grand Wing was kept open as a museum for specially cleared visitors, and one of the east wings was kept open with apartments for distant cousins of the Imperial Family who were still maintained but not loved by the Padshah Empress. Occasionally, a member of the Imperial Aerionian Court would be "exiled" here for angering the Padshah Empress. These were apartments of a few rooms, each where private parties were sometimes held. Parties could be occasionally held in the Grand Wing by dispensation from the Imperial Palace, but these were rarely approved. The Imperial Aerionian Court had never permanently returned to the Wasterin Palace since the relocation to Imperial City. Even a new Summer Palace had been built.
One of the former hunting lodges in the gardens, which in and of itself was a small palace, was used by the Sisterhood of Abeshala as their provincial headquarters chapterhouse and residence of the Matron Provincial Superior.
It was from this former hunting lodge that a small squat elderly lady walked. She wore the black garb of a Sister of Abeshala. She also wore the headdresses of a Grand Matron Superior with indigo lappets down the front hanging from this headdress with the waxing crescent moon, a full moon, and the waning crescent moon depicted on each appet. This would accord her the respect to leave the Provincial Chapterhouse, and walk where she would like at any time of the night though it may rouse some suspicion.
It was nearly midnight, but it was not uncommon for various individuals to take moonlit walks in the Imperial Garden at night. Occasionally Sisters of Abeshala may walk to visit the three moonlit grotto shrines of Abeshala or other shrines of the deities in the Palace Gardens. They might even perform ceremonies there on the full moon. Their faces and passes were registered to the scanners of the security drones, and an elderly Sister of Abeshala would not set arouse suspicion of the Wasterin Palace Guards. This sister's destination tonight might arouse suspicion though.
The elderly Grand Matron Superior Roanshella made her way rather nimbly for an old woman through a hedge maze, across several lines of trees, and toward one of the closed wings of the Wasterin Palace. She stayed away from the floodlights and walked in one of the shadowed corners down some steps toward a low squat side door that had once been used by servants. She had secured one of the all-areas passes reserved for specialists, visiting members of the Imperial Family, and other rare visitors to visit the closed wings. She still felt guilty for the way she had done so. One of the Novices attached as an attendant to the Provincial Chapterhouse was having a romantic affair with one of the higher ranking Wasterin Palace Guards, and she had obtained the rare security pass for Roanshella.
Grand Matron Superior Roanshella had a written map with directions, as it was too risky to carry a surveilled digital pad. She swiped the pad, and the old though now automated door creaked open. Her brown eyes squinted from narrow ruddy eyes.
As she passed into the darkness of a delivery area for the kitchens of this wing, she was struck by how clean it still was. The hum of a small squat circular cleaning robot could be heard nearby. She passed it by and proceeded through the kitchens that had not seen service for some time.
As she walked, her way was illuminated by automatically sensing LED lights along the floor. These lights made her nervous as she felt she was watched, but she had hoped the novice had also secured her other need. For the security cameras in this part of the wing to be disabled due to a 'glitch.' The Wasterin Palace Guard would ignore this glitch as they often secured such areas for romantic liaisons with each other or their misters or mistresses or even late-night parties with opiates.
She did not believe in phantasms, but the dark cold of the servant passageways under the western wing of the Palace certainly sent a chill down her spine. She was also alone with no security and with the cameras off. Twice strange men were arrested who had lived under the Palace in closed-off hidden passageways that had never been updated with modern technology. They were said to be the descendants of palace servants who had never left but had grown crazed in the dark. She stilled herself with meditative repose, deep breaths as she was trained to do, and walked through the dark. She pulled out her LED flashlight as several of the lights were out in the passageway she turned down. She looked at her map perplexed.
She walked down several servant passageways and finally came to a stairway up.
She stepped up the side servant stairs, came out in an apartment, and emerged into one of the glamorous halls of the Palace. Interspersed candelabras with LED flames came on in low intensity and illuminated the gleaming marble floors. She was slightly off in reading the map and heaved a sigh. Her elderly body ached. She stepped toward one of the grand staircases covered in blue velvet carpet and ascended it to the second floor. She was looking for one of the private apartments of a Great Officer of State. One who had kept records on the Imperial Family.
There was the sound of a shutting door in the distance. She shook startled and grabbed at her amulet at her chest. Then she saw it was only a cleaning robot. The automated doors made it possible for the cleaning robots to move in and out of rooms.
She looked at a golden coat of arms on large polished wooden doors. The coat of arms was that of the family that held the office she was looking for. She waved her security pass, and the door did not open. She grabbed the handle. Locked. She gasped. The lock had not even been upgraded. No one had been in this room for some time. She peeped down at the old lock and looked both ways for any robots or anything with a camera. Nothing was around. She knelt down, took off her headdress, and took bobby pins out of her hair. All Sisters in the Sisterhood of Abeshala were taught with special training, and that included the ancient art of lock picking.
She started picking the lock, and it sprang forth. She looked suspiciously each way down the palatial hall. She returned the headdress to her head and arose. The door opened with a creak.
As she entered, she was stunned by the dust and cobwebs covering the room even though the furniture was covered with sheets in the old fashioned style. No cleaning robot had been in here. She shined her flashlight over the room. It was the apartment of an official with one sitting room, one-bedroom, and a study to the side. She stepped through to the study and shut the door behind her. Everything was covered in sheets. She knew what she was looking for, though. The floor creaked beneath as she stepped over to a wall covered by a large though fairly common woven tapestry of an idyllic scene of wolves and the deities of Aerion in the sky. She pulled the tapestry aside and began tapping her hand on the wall. She looked and felt. The wallpaper was loose in one part. She tore at it and saw the outline on the wall. She pulled a ribbon, and the door opened to a safe. She knew the combination which she had pulled from deep within the archives of the Sisterhood.
She opened it and pulled out an old wooden chest. Inside were written texts, letters, and a sealed letter written by King Wasterin X himself.
She opened one of the letters, looking through it with gleaming eyes. She gasped audibly. It was true. King Wasterin X had a son with a mistress who he had secretly married. This man's son or grandson, not the Padshah Empress, may have more claim to the Crown than the Padshah Empress. The sealed letter was proof and was the King's secret proclamation proclaiming this line. She trembled with anticipation. There was an alternative to the tyrant Empress. Now the question was this hidden heir still alive, and could he stay alive if a plot were put into motion.