Bantioc Christening the Cockpit

It's not often the Imperial Bantioc Navy rolls out new sets of wings for the Air Force. But when there's a new pair of wings to spread, some can't help but get a feel for the new upholstery, the controls, the view.

A fine chip off the old block. Ace Pilot, 7 High Honors, Valedictorian, and one of the youngest Vice Admirals.

At least Papa Roh won't find out what Li'l Roh did right before he took the new Skylark out for a spin.

At least that's what Alexander Roh wants to believe.

Ferlovious The Encounter

We call them Draconians.

An ancient race of our world, hardened to the apex of their evolution by the unforgiving Deserts of Ferlovious.

Sun Divers.

Revenants.

Sand Drakes.

They're known by many names.

But none speak louder than their presence.

Bantioc The Pianist and His Queen

Marcus and his wife Sarah, composing a duet within the confines of their home, the Bantioc Flagship Exodus.

Galivas The Lantern Festival

It starts with picking the right color of the paper.
Red for Happiness.
Yellow for Prosperity.
Blue for Peace.
Orange for Health.

Then build the frame that best portray your resolution.
Cylinder for Spreading Love.
Box for More Wealth.
Cone for Good Harvest.
Ball for Gaining Strength.

After that, it's time to decorate! Draw or paint the crest of family or heritage, or write messages of good fortune.

Once it's done, light it up and hang it on the pole to raise it high into the air. As the Parade starts, the streets will be light just by the Lantern Festival. Everyone will be there, so come join us!

Bantioc The Party Animal

The Fleet Admiral was always the tough man when it came down to Naval business. Commanding the largest fleets, barking order after order to ensure the stability of the chain of command, steering the High Command's interests befit to the objectives at hand.

But that's all before he tosses his pressed coat over to the racks, flinging the peaked cap to a hat stand, loosening the tie, and kicking back to relax at the end of each year.

"The Turn Over" is what Bantians call an annual festival counting down the days to the new year; the last days celebrated with friends all over the world filled with hefty meals, seasonal desserts and all the alcohol there is to drink.

Marcus was always the bottomless casket when it came down to partying. Emptying the kegs of wine or beer in a single sitting, smoking an entire forest with his trusty pipe, letting his closest friends: Risco and Lucas enjoy some of his creamy shots.

At least Risco wouldn't need to worry about the big guy remembering this night.

After all, he volunteered to be the designated driver, and Risco wouldn't want to face the wrath from Marcus's wife if the Senior Medical Officer found out everyone was drunk in that car.

Happy Holidays! And please drink responsibly!

Galivas Wrapped in Red

His heart began to race with each pass through the rings, the vibrant red ribbon slowly embracing the two together into a tight bondage. The breathing began to slow, deeper breaths, pushing out the chest and feeling the tight resistance of the red velvet pulling on the heavy golden rings. With one last deep breath, filling his lungs with the musky air, he pulls his arms to his sides, tightening the binds until the other was helplessly secured to his naked body.

"Happy Birthday, my beloved brother."

Bantioc Everlasting Life

As the army poured from the Capitol, the General approached the people.

"I am not here to enslave you, I am not here to slaughter you. I am here in terms of peace and harmony." He announced, facing the crowds amassed from their homes and their hideouts. The Arinos exchanged looks, chattering in silence as they all watched the Galivian soldiers set down their weapons and removed their helmets

"I am here to bring you Happiness, Joy, and above all, Love." He lowered his weapon as he watched the final soldier sheath his blade and unbuckled it from his waist.

"I am Kaulcifer Aurios, General of the 5th Cavalry Division of the Galivian Armed Forces. Before you, lies the man you once called Emperor, the man who has failed you. Accept me as your ruler, and you shall witness your nation prosper, grow, and above all, ascend." He reached towards the crowd, the soldiers taking their steps away, collecting their weapons and returning to their vehicles.

"I am Everlasting. I am Life. I will lead you, my fellow citizens of Bantioc, to Glory!" The crowd rose to applaud, some cheering to their newly crowned emperor.

A smile appeared on his face, the ends of his lips reaching his ears...

and several small, indistinguishable eyes peeling open.

"And you shall all serve me in due time...." He whispered, turning away from the mass to hide his face. "...in due time, you will all be a part of me."