Tribute to D0C - Rest in Peace

You will be dearly missed, D0C. Keep on rolling, Chief!

Halavan The Mystical Grand Aeromancer Hyun Ryong

It's only been half a century after the discovery of a race long dead from a time before the current era. The Bantioc expedition team expected only to find ruins and rich veins of valuable rare metals within the Ruined City of Taepan. What they encountered, was something even more valuable than all the riches of the world: Dae Yongs.

These giants of the past were thought to be extinct. Records from the Grand Archives document their conquest throughout the planet until a devastating, virulent disease began systematically wiping cities after cities. From such violent nature of this plague, it was commonly accepted that they would have died off if not from the actual pandemic, then from the sudden and harsh collapse of infrastructure.

Yet what the Bantioc expedition team found were living, breathing Dae Yongs, reviving each other from the long, isolated hibernation they subjected themselves to in order to escape the complete destruction of their race. These Dae Yongs weren't feral, nor where they disorganized. Systematically waking each other, already assigning positions in their social classes, everything was planned out for the race knew: in order to survive, everything must be preserved.

Of those who survived the devastation was an old, wise, elite of his race: Hyun Ryong. Born under the guidance of the winds and air, he took on the role of exploring this new frontier. The familiar smells, sounds, and sights of what was once his home is all alien to everyone of his race. But the Grand City of Taepan is being rebuilt; the five orders of Earth, Fire, Metal, Water, and Wind are restructuring themselves to what was once their pinnacle of power.

"We know what we have to aim for, and our wisdom shall carry us with the winds of progress."

Hyun Ryong, The Virtuous Dragon explores his old homelands, with the powers of a Windborne sage at the tips of his fingers. Always smoking a batch of special herb blends, he prefers to show his elite status than talk for actions speak louder than words.

Galivas "When Push Comes to Shove."

"It was early in the day with Warren going about doing his usual errands, consolidating with my decisions, looking through documenting treaties, reviewing bills that may become laws or acts for the people: politics. It was also the day Xyro became a bit more frisky than usual. By now I'm more used to how he acts when the climate turns for the cold, but Warren wasn't ready for the kind of response he was getting whenever he tried to 'play' with the Kanis Dragonkin. I wouldn't know what caused Xyro to jump, but the signs were there: Warren, pushing Xyro away with a hand on his chest or stomach; giving Xyro some 'dirty talks'; even as much as trying to size himself up against someone clearly much taller than he. Later that night, I've had some trouble falling asleep, I felt really hot and bothered, so when I decided to check on Warren if he was up to anything, I found Xyro there too, giving us our early celebratory birthday love."

-King Warren Havok I of Galivas

Note to self: Never get in physical contact with Xyro unless wanting to have him on top.
Addendum: size up against Xyro to have him ride my love shaft.

Astos The Sunset Resort

"When the seasons came around, you saw the offspring romp around in the last bits of sunlight, the politicians getting busy signing up for their campaigns and other diplomatic duties, the Kanis Dragonkins became more and more frisky with winter approaching as they try and sort some temporary armistice for the upcoming mating season, even the Arinos would clean their water filters for the season. There's also a rumor that spreads like wildfire around this time too, I don't know who started it, but a lot of us believe it was some bored Astonian wanting to just stir up trouble.

But some of us found out the truth....

'The Sunset Resort, Everlasting Happiness' is the name of an Astonian facility responsible for 'taking care' of unused, nearly expired IG-Series clones.

I thought to myself 'Oh, they finally know how to treat their slaves as genuine living people.' I was way off my mark...

'The Sunset Resort' isn't a place for people like you, it's where unused clones voluntarily give their bodies up for something.... Rumor has it that only a few actually work there, as 'janitors' cleaning up after the clones once their use has expired. - I just feel dirty talking about like they're products.- A picture was leaked to the servers, and those who know where to look found it.

I won't go into detail, you can look for it yourself, I know I've said way too much."

-IG-95 Imperial Guard Mk.VIII "Cicero"

The feels

The Bigger Man

"I have been called the prime example of males among my people!" said Xyro as the high warlord proudly slipped out from his only clothing, revealing everything to the other in front.
"...and I have been called a desired father by my own son." as the fleet admiral responded, pulling away the last of his article of clothing to showcase his own, hulking mass.
"I am recorded as the male specimen with the largest natural endowment!" replied the gray muscular dragonkin, stepping up to the other's space.
"...and I was the man four times what you can only dream to become." retorted the arinos, lowering his cannon to his side and stepping up to the dragonkin's face.



"Just make out already!" yelled an impatient me, wanting to take at least one good snapshot before they bust my face open.


Ahh, this is one of my prime examples of dilemmas. I like them both, but they're in opposite sides of an alliance. they can never be "friends" in terms of politics. but at least the two share many similarities.

Pirate ... And His Hull Breachers

" It's not everyday that The Captain Razorshard makes it his responsibility to look after his crew while on their Shore Leave. But then again, there is really no better time than to open the latches, part the bay doors, and arm the torpedoes to breach the aft section of an suspecting or welcoming victim. Just know that the Captain strongly believes in hedonism when it comes to a night filled with rough grunts, cigar smoke, and the moans of a distressed prey."

-Nautica Pirate Crew Member Triglav

Pirate The Captain

"Once a refugee from our sister planet of Legion, he came forth from the Ark with  a clear goal in mind: regain what he lost when his home turned against him. He started small, going from ship to ship looking for those who've made home here but were unable to sustain themselves; looking through the vast selections of machine parts and other ship components; building relations from one backwater connection to another. All of this before his true colors began to emerge: Greed with a thirst for blood."
- Nautica Attack Survivor

Pirate Engineering the Finest

"I've asked myself the same question multiple times a week every time he yelled 'Oi!' or 'Aye!' whether he was serious about buying more tape to repair the crystalline reactor of the Stormchaser. He knows the ship inside, outside, port, and starboard, yet he doesn't read or write or even speak in a way even the best linguists can translate, but his knowledge in mathematics, engineering, and theoretical energy blew my mind the first time the Stormchaser suffered her first power failure. He held up his hand with the fingers spread, 'five' is all he said and by God, he got the ship working again in just five minutes. Whatever method he used to fix the ship, it works, whether it be taking the time to repair the ship's mechanism or  swooning the old fishing boat with his fine behind. One thing is clear, he'll never leave the ship alone, having that butt planted somewhere on board doing God know what to keep her running."

-Rehhas of the Stormchasers

Bantioc Marcus Roh

Lad...

"... What are you doing down there?"

It's not everyday to come across one of the higher ranked officers of the Bantioc Navy, strolling down the more hushed halls of the Exodus. An engineer may pop his head out from the lower hatches for a quick breath of fresh air before going back to work... but that said fresh air on that particular day was thick with the musk of the Fleet Admiral.

"Report to my quarters... and bring a towel."

"Sir, yes sir... with pleasure, sir!"

Pirate Ain

"Ain. He's a unique lad I met during my time with the Stormchasers. I was never able to tell if he was high on the herbs he constantly smoked, or was genuinely carefree. Quite the large fellow, too, seeing how he was either drinking or munching on anything that came close to his mouth. With that said, I'd hate to see the tailor who tried to make his clothes fit; such a large frame even for a dragonkin, I swear even the largest Kanis Dragonkin waist sizes wouldn't even come close getting past those enormous buttocks let alone his belly.

But, he's a memorable, invaluable friend of mine. Hardly able to talk fluently nor even read the simple alphabets, he's intellectually sheltered, but with his knowledge in one of the hardest mechanisms of a ship, I'm still puzzled on how he acquired such knowledge on a subject matter my engineers still struggle to understand.

Ain is someone I'd call a true friend. His open arms policy always kept my spirit high, his smile somehow forced a smile on my face, and his laughs only brought more laughs from all of us. It's impossible to make him feel sad or depressed. With his attitude, I can't even imagine what tragedy would somber his cheerful nature.

I remember when we first met, with my depression at its lowest point and thoughts of suicide flowing in and out, he first intruded into my life with my wallet in his hand, and a smile of some town idiot. The events of that night still haunts me yet it's a lot less daunting, knowing he was the one who gave his time and effort in keeping me from taking my own life. a few days after, he offered his friendship and I turned it down. It wasn't long before we became friends, though, going through hardships together and keeping an eye about of each other even if we were at opposite ends of a spectrum.

Funny... I even punched his face in rage, slammed him to a wall with anger, and shouted in his ear with fury, and every time, he hasn't fought back, only wanting to help.

I will admit, he was also the first person I've had a legitimate homosexual attraction to. It was... in lack of better words, strange. As you know, I love my wife, and mentor my son, yet on rare occasions, I still go see him. He'd always welcome me with a hug I can't pull away from and a kiss that melts my stress away. Of course, I feel a bit guilty of my actions in the past, yet he keeps assuring me it's a natural thing. Love can't be bottled up for a later time, it'll only grow heavier and heavier until the heart sinks into depression. That lesson kept me from falling back into depression and I still  struggle to repay him for it.

I would've opted to stay with him on board the Stormchaser, his friendship is invaluable to lose. If given the chance, I'd invite him on board the Exodus, a comrade I can rely on even if it's only for a moment." - Marcus Roh, Fleet Admiral of the Bantioc Naval Forces on board the Bantioc Flagship Exodus

Bantioc Good Morning, Unity of Trinity

"Good Morning, Unity of Trinity! it is another beautiful day up here in the Bantioc Airspace of Exodus, we're expecting to see a long set of clear skies and smooth flying as far as the eyes can see! and another set of good news for you with allergies, the Unity of Trinity hydroponics has closed off those pesky vents to control the pollen content in the air so you fellas can breathe easier! Now onto the daily commute: Shuttles are ranging from class transports to personnel carriers. Naval Forces and associates who commute can have the easy ride to and from the Exodus with no hassle of delays or time gated docks. Those who plan on taking the usual Shuttle Six may want to transfer over to an earlier flight seeing how she's suffered some problematic Engine Fatigue. Hah hah, as we all know, it was going to happen sooner or later. Good thing that the engineers pulled her off the flights before something worse can happen. That's all for the morning minute hosted here by the Unity of Trinity Ship-wide Broadcasting Network, and have a beautiful, sunny day! This is Comms Officer Helios Uptouya, signing off!"

- Unity of Trinity Ship-wide Broadcasting Network Comms Officer Helios Uptouya

A typical morning setting of the Bantioc Super Dreadnought Unity of Trinity long before the Lunchtime Rush-hour.

Galivas Taming the Beast

The deep growls and muffled moans were heard throughout the corridors. Some of the Palace residents looked around their general areas to see what was going on but quickly dismissing as nothing more than the cold winds blowing through the palace halls and the rattling of the icicles that hung from the edges of the structure.

No one dared to even mention the true reason.

It was obvious of why and understandable because of a certain outcome, and many prefer to let the two what they do best. So privileged to reside on the palace grounds rather than mustering around the Military Complex, the two lovers figured it was an opportunity to share a more intimate gesture.

"I want to know what it feels like... what it feels like to be the submissive partner."

"My love, you've just made your biggest mistake..."

It wasn't long for the night to drag on for the palace residents, periodically hearing a deep muffled roar from the corridors or a moan that brought a few into a state of wild fantasy but one thing is for certain: The beast was tamed that night but still with little hope of mercy to the predator.

Galivas The Predator

It was a dark, cold night, the sound of metal grinding against stone, a familiar squeaking of a heavy wheel. He made his way to the chambers, wanting to find a comforting bed after a long night at the Military Complex, dealing with the off-season diplomacy and temporary armistice, he just wanted a comfortable ground to lay on. What he finds inside, though.... is a much different story.

Happy New Year!

Happy Solar New Year submission! Praise be to the glorified deities of Aoion, Amen.