((OC- This is an FT Open thread. My first in quite some time. Hopefully this will be noticed by some oldies I used to RP with, but others are welcome as well. If I don't respond to ya, shoot a torpedo across my bow, or something.
And now, without further adieu, time to start playing with some old toys. ))
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One upon a time, there was a miracle that existed. (...or idealists, interlopers, god heads. Take your pick.)
An Empire of Light existed, from the humble beginnings of souls, from a blue orb, that humanity itself hails from still. The souls that came from that planet, were led by one, with an enforced destiny. Quite enforced. The Powers chose one soul, as a replacement of a father, that abandoned the same destiny, creating a near Schism of all Space-Time, that the one enforced, was imposed to adopt, in the place of the father.
A family took to this call, and joined with this one soul, and they all were shown to a new world, that became the genesis of the miracle, spoken of above. (And all the rest of the adjectives, per say.)
And from that one act, the Powers saw that their imposed Representia, created a vast Dream, from the cosmos. The Empire of Light, grew from one technologically advanced world, unto the vast fold of the universe itself. Great stories were wrought, many kinds of steps, both magnanimous, as well as vile, all took place, as a Family evolved, as did the Representia. Over time, vast territory of the Empire of Light, became secondary, to the understanding of what is was, to become a Power in complete full. It also drew in the darkest of enemies, like darkly charged ions, to the brightest versions. Annihilation of both, on contact however, did not occur. Instead, as many times prior, the so-named 'Empire of Light', stood against its enemies, and grew stronger from the conflicts. Cost was great, and Family soon vanished, one by one, when the ascendant Light, took steps from a mere intergalactic power, to a Dimensional version.
The story turns murky from here. The early years of the Representia, turned into ageless Eons, a life still mortal my the ability to bleed, if rarely, turned into the cuts of endless time, as the Empire of Light, stood ever higher, but also, lost touch around its own miracle.
One day, that miracle 'would' have turned a Representia, inside out, of insanity of loneliness. For all the miracles, the enemies of darkness replete, the victories that made the Light shine upon countless trillions, and further unknowable trillions of souls beyond even this, those closest to the Representia, 'were' to all disappear.
Which was prevented, by the Recovery Age. It started, with the Fall of the Empire of Light, against its oldest foe. One older than the myriad of Universes, the Empire of Light, governed it's Guardianship over. One that used a weapon, that over time, that all now looking back, was a blink of a horrid eye, saw Trillions of citizen souls to... to...
Then came the Exodus. Another one. The 'number' of which, paled to the knowledge, that for all the cost, the number 'saved', was extraordinary, nonetheless. It was such, that Antara Dimension died, so that a civilization could return to the Womb, of the Alpha Dimension, that the all came from.
The story turned it's page, unto a new book. A renewed Age for an Empire of Light, that found its renewed foot hold, in a small cluster of a bare half dozen or so worlds. All just like how it all began, the last time. Another individual, took the mantle of the Lord Excellency, as a Family expected to never see their original Representia, ever again. And from there, a civilization grew 'apart', from the others incumbent, of the Milky Way Core Galaxy. A period of Isolation, not unlike many others, of the Empire of Light's own past, had replete measure of. Each, a yardstick of time, where growth and maturity, of all kinds, technological, celestial, and especially of the mere soul itself, all were of times, when a civilization kept away from all outside events, and grew strength. This in case ever the time, that a civilization was told, that Isolation was over. That it was time to rejoin the Universal Fold, and make new stories.
What they couldn't know... a bit of foreshadowing set against the Representia's own citizen souls, was that when one waits long enough, one will want of yearning, for much of the old.
And what a Representia didn't know, was a Plan was coming of fruition, of a hand of a starry eyed Lady of the Powers.
And who knew else was out there.
There was only one way to find out. The Gaian Ascendancy, would 'have' to come out, from its Isolation, once again.
Only one thing for that...
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-Some uncharted region of space, in the Milky Way Core Galaxy
...the flash and gravitational wake, of a Fold envelope collapse, followed by...-
": Fold Jump complete. :"
"Standard course, as before." ...a youthful, impeccably so, despite untold years upon him, spoke with nary a tone of worry, in his voice.
A figure, draped in white, robes all but pearlescent, standing in the 'control room', of one made of green grasses, ringed by white wood, upon three vast tiers. Waters of crystal blue, flowed around the chamber, as behind, the glowing vein of a Hikari Tree, one many feet high and thick, cast a blue shadowed canopy, over this figure. His hair of dirty blond hair, in a long ragged mop, just swayed with him, as he looked about, at the mixed blue-purple tinge, of stellar clouds, underlying the vast viewscape of space, set beyond the engrossing viewports of transparasteel, and transparent melded Hikari force fields.
"Out there, and soon." ...is all this citizen soul responds, before he 'feels' behind him, three betrothed souls, of ageless beauty.
Hikari 'sight' aided, without needing to turn his head. A teal tressed ravishing beauty, the daughter of his ancient Strategic Advisor, and the Advisor Commander of the CIC Bodyguard. He felt the pink tinged eyes, look at him. A royal kimono of the Prime Advisor Throne, always her accompaniment, as the First Lady Excellency.
The same of the Raven haired lavished beauty, the eyes of soft grey, in a kimono today, of soft whites, with patterns of green 'tree' adornment, with blue flowers, upon an otherwise all but Earthly version, of the same. This if not, for the constant celestial tinge, that bejeweled the cloth, of the Holy Spiritual Throne, as the place of the Second Lady Excellency.
That celestial tinge, more per say, an aura hard not to ignore, adorned also, the Third Lady Excellency, even as this one, a crown of long silver hair (quite silver at that,) wears a more business type attire, set like some cross of a Japanese high school student, and a magic user, which for even this one soul, isn't far from the truth, these days. Eyes of silver, adorned with the tresses, as this one, of the Educational Advisory Throne, also looks with a strange, hungry pride.
Tsunami. Arashi. Jennifer. They all stood there, looking at the Representia, as his current title, as the husband of three, (long freakin story,) just remarks. "You think I'll need to invoke a Trial, to reclaim my throne?"
"At least, it'll be quite the show." ...this the male looks back formally, at... "It might create the wrong impression, Tsunami."
Arashi just quips back, in turn... "Then what impression, are you looking for, my 'Lord Excellency'." ...she puts in a teasing tone, one that makes in light retort... "A proper new beginning. Not one of a mistake made."
"Well then." ...Jennifer remarks, adding... "...it's time to set the course for all truth again, wouldn't you say, dear Aleaic?"
Aleaic (remember this blowhard?) just smiles and nods. "Yes. Yes I think it's finally time again. All the better, as a surprise."
"Hope it's better, than the last one you tried to pull on us." ...this Aleaic blushes. "Lets..." ...and zips his eyes back around, to front! "...not go there!"
Arashi just giggles, in tune with her Sisters. "It must be time to return. It's been ages since you blushed like that, to a joke of impropriety."
Aleaic just looks cutely thoughtful. "Hmm... when was the last time that I...?" ...the thoughts of 'millions of years', zipping across his mind, there and then. He ignores it, and mentally commands of his Hikari Seed-Tree Aeo. "Let's just get ready for the next Fold Jump. Not all at once, just enough to skip rocks upon the pond, as we go."
Tsunami just smiles at this, as Aleaic feels his backside, warmed suddenly, by three citizen souls. "That sounds nice."
Aleaic just gulps, through his blush. "It... it has been ages, of this feeling. Gosh."
His eyes then look out, as his Treeship Hikari cruiser Sentai, continues on. A ship no larger than a hybrid destroyer-corvette, the ship, shaped like a six spoke flowering petal, of carved white Hikari diamond copse, a circular Dimensional Habitation Unit, set in the rear of center, of the warship, gleaned more of its own internal Holia light, of the Hikari Link energon, making it its own Star, as it drifted in this dark enmasse of space.
It's final destination, was one the rest of the Universe, had likely forgotten.
The question was, what was the condition, of the Representia's own former realm. Was it secret? Was it safe?
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