The shatering.(FT, intro, open.)

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Olga was taken aback by the sudden change in the tone and voice of this creature, Golos. She had started making subtle motions that only the rest of her squad would pick up on, such as adjusting her beret; or making a hand-sign behind her back. The squad had taken note, and were preparing for the worst. This deep in to a ship was not the best place for hostilities to commence, and they knew they wouldn't make it out alive if shit went south. It would be such a shame if things were to end this way...
But, they might not. It could just be the paranoia that torments the German's playing tricks on them...

"Very well. We shall follow you in."

[Trandshions]

Golos nodded, and walked into the shadows. His eyes now glowed in the dark, lighting the area infront of him, in a yellow glow. Turning back to her, he spoke, his voice deep and sad now.
"What you are about to see is the greatest advancemnt ever. We have spent the better part of our exil doing this. You will meet the thing of your dreams, or if you have a dark soul of your nightmares. I have stood once before it and have since then beem proclaimed a sage of our race. An ancient if you will, I stand as a door keeper to the outside. And it is very important that you understant that. I suggest any weapons be left hear." He motioned with his hand, which strangly seemed to glow, showing a circle in the ground.

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

"You suggest? So we don't have to?" Olga was increasingly concerned with the new set of events and changes in their host's manor...

[Trandshions]

"the thing within this chamber, will tell you with in moment of entering weather it thinks you sould keep them or not. I am just a guide, a simple host, you are here to see what only one other being otuside of our people have seen, and I cant tell you to do anything. But you will be amazed at what you see." Golos knew how tireing it was to sit and listen to the speech but it must be done.

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Olga sighed, Here goes nothing... She took a deep breath and entered the dark room...

[Trandshions]

Golos nodded. Turning he began to walk deeper into the chamber, with each step he became brighter, glowing really, and then it stopped. His skin was a bright as anyflash light, his eyes lighting four steps ahead of him. Then a voice as deep as time came through the darkness.
"My little Golos you return good...and you bring an outsider as well! For any who would hear this voice it would bring to your face, an beast of such power as to make you think of a god.
"So why little Goos does this being come armed into my sanction? Into my power? Do you brign the next oracel or is it one more of your species? Is the queen mother dead?" But Golos never once looked up from where he was. Then the god voice came again, this time adressed to Ogla.
"So human...what threat do you hang over my little ones? Do you threaten to kill them all? Or are you a friend! Drop your weapons were you stand! The oracel pronounces it!"
Golos stopped in his tracks andwith his hand alumanated a spot in the ground.
"There." His voice was small and corse.

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Olga looked puzzled at this voice, especially at the information it parted with. Queen mother? Her ears picked up again as the voice spoke, seeming to address herself, she smiled as the 'creature' stopped talking.
"I am neither friend nor enemy. I pose no threat to this race," she motioned at Golos, "We stumbled upon them and wish to help them through the dark and un-forgiving space to their new home-world." She un-clipped the holster holding her pistol, it dropped to the floor from her breast. She reached down, unclipping the second pistol from her ankle. She reached behind her, unsheathing her combat knife; held it out infront of her, and dropped it to the floor.
"Unfortunately I can not remove my hands. But I am un-armed. I hope you take it as an act of good faith...."

[Trandshions]

The god voice came, this time slower and more measured.
"You have proven to me...but there is one more thing....what is the nature of the Galaxy now? what makes it ill? what harms it? And how do you go about it?" Then the voice spoke agian, but to Golos.
"My little Golos, sage of love you have proven your self time and time again to be the most faithful of our race, so you are the next oracel when I die."

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Olga looked up, and around. There was no source to this voice.
"Ill? We are all the illness in this Galaxy. Some are more sick than others. The nature? Death. What harms? All. There is no stability. There is no peace. Paranoia and mis-trust runs rife through the galaxy. Even with what we call 'allies' there is dis-trust. It's a disgusting dog-eat-dog universe. Every creature for themselves. You have to be careful where you tread, and tread lightly. For there is no cure. Don't let yourselves vanish into eternity..." Olga trailed off.

[Trandshions]

Agian the voice came. A deep booming came with it, as if a thousand drummers were in the chamber which they were. Then with a flash a light as bright as the sun came through out the chamber. A great chamber stetching upwards for hundreds of meters, with a deep pit in the center. In the pit was the oracel, a Trandshion who stood ten feet tall, had rippling muscles, and his eyes were Human.
"I am the Orecale! I have guided those of my species for a thousand years! And today you tell me much about this galaxy, and it will heal!! Starting with you!! His great hand pointing at Olga. A hand scared and writherd with age and.....battle?! Yes it was true, the oracle held a weapon in his hand, a long sword.

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Olga looked around, taken aback by the sound. She was completely unprepared for this. She shielded her eyes briefly as they adjusted to the bright light. her eyes scanned over her surroundings, finally focusing on the 'Oracle'.
"Are you threatening me? You might not wanna point that thing around."

[Trandshions]

The Oracle smiled. A horrible expresion on his face. Then with a heavy he throw the sword on the ground shattering it.
"That weapon apperd deadly did it not? well never let apperences decive you, for we are much more then your eyes can see!" The oracle then turned to the Trandshions around him and spoke.
"Our queen mother is dead!! Killed by the onsluaght of pain form this galaxy, now our new mother will rise!!" A child was brought forward, her body wrapped under pale blue blankets. But instead of heading to the oracle, they headed to Olga.

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Oh damn. What the fuck is happening here?! Olga was clueless, surprised and somewhat aghast. "Wait, what is happening here?" She gulped out while looking down at the creature child....

[Trandshions]

The two parents bowed before Olga. Then the spoke in low tones.
"Our child was born at the same moment when the queen mother died, therfore she is the next Queen mother. So We ask...." They looked at each other, then back to the oracel, who nodded.
"Will you bless this child?" The Oracel not stood behind them. His placed his hands on them, them looking at Olga, he spoke again.
"young one, they ask that you speak of the greatness that this child will do, and that your people will do with us as healers. A simple task even for one who does not know our way." sadness was on his voice. Golos came forward, and smiled, the first one since entering the chamber. "It is an honor beyond any ones wildest dreams!"

[Dead Snow]

BattleGroup Adolf;
Sector 546y-GH/12;
Patrol Route: HOMEWARD;
143rd [MKS];
Location: Transhion Ship:

Do what?
No? Can't be?
...What?
........Here goes.

"......Queen Mother. You shall lead these peoples to a new a greater light of existence. You shall provide and care for these peoples. You shall be their backbone and cover. You will bring them peace and happiness. You shall be the one who heals the Galaxy. Our peoples shall help you along the way with this greatness."

[Trandshions]

The Oracel smilled and nodded. Then he bent down and picked up the child. Looking then at Golos he spoke.
"Little Golos, Take Olga to the edge of the ceramony." Golos nodded and grabbed Olgas hand, then he walked her to the edge of the growing circle of Trandshions.
Then Holding the child above his head the Oracel spoke again. HIs voice low, and full ove love.
"Dear child, The outsider has blessed you! And now are new Queen mother has been named!!
Lakota is your name now!! From this day forth you shall be known as the Queen mother! You will heal us, you shall provide us with new ways to become great! I bless you child!"
The Trandshions began to wave back and forth. Tears fell from their eyes, they all cried silent crys of pain, and then laughter fileld the air.
As you watched the Oracel, you noticed as a blue light traced its way to the Queen mother, who was sitting there watching with the largest look of fascnation on her face. Then the light touched her. It began to wrap the child, then with one movment lifted the child out of the Oracels arms.

[Dead Snow]

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