Bantioc August Rush

It's the last weeks of summer at Galivas's most popular beach, South Shore. The sun still shines bright high in the sky as a Bantioc cruiser hovers to a halt just off the premises. It's not long before a small fishing boat flies from over the hills as well; lowering its anchor by the dunes and coming to a rest, perched on the sand.

-Welcome to South Shore, where the sun smiles and the waves roll about.-

"What a tacky welcoming board." said the fleet admiral as he stepped out from the shuttle along with his wife and the crew of the Bantioc cruiser.

"Oh, hush. Let's warm our furs while we can before the fleet departs the sector." replied the doctor to her husband, whipping out a pair of sunglasses from her handbag.

" You're right. With friends and comrades all around, it can only get better."

With uniforms stripped and tucked aside, Flt Adm. Roh takes his seat on the beach face, leaning back on the lap of his love, Dr. Sarah. The two look over to their friends -a fisherman- Ain, building a sand sculpture with the young captain, Argo. Just off the distance, even notorious pirates want some fun, tackling the waves with a board.

"Ahh... Now all we need are two vanilla ice cream cones." Sighed the admiral, sucking on his pipe.

"Marcus, We already talked about your belly situation." Laughed the doctor, rubbing the thick shoulders of her man.

Pirate Special Requisition Deal

"Weapons be a rare commodity, if ye don' know yer connections, mate. I be able to help. Th' name's Razorshard, Th' Captain Razorshard, and ye do well to remember it. I got everythin' ye need for yer dogfights, from yer run of th' mill alpha-kinetics to them special hull breachers. Besides, ye ain't gettin' these fine example of Bantioc Engineerin' without pay. An' ye's got a fine lookin' aft..."

-The Captain Razorshard weapon trade negotiations

Galivas By The Waterfalls

With the hot sun blazing in the skies of Aoion, he though it would be best to cool off after the vigorous training exercise. But this deep in the woods, his favorite public tubs were out of the question, and his dwellings are too far to be of any comfort. So keeping his wits about and listening to the sounds of nature, thundering waters weren't too far from where he was. The straps were loosened and the trousers slid off onto the ground, a few steps forward met with the cold, refreshing waters of a nearby waterfall.

Nexus Illyan Indoctrination

The Church of Illyan was a sect governed under the ruling Nexus hegemony before it became an independent cult. The people of Nexus generally don't want to talk about it ever since the disaffiliation. Yet finding the members of this sect is nigh impossible due to the secrecy of the members' involvement. I was lucky enough to find a former parishioner in the city of Veloo. With a long braid down the side of his neck, sharp wits of the people he met with, wearing almost nothing but segments of metal bands, everything was normal about him but his taste in fashion. I had to wonder why the police didn't stop him for his indecent exposure of his genitals and his pierced nipples. Of course, I wouldn't start out with that question so I'd ask the next obvious thing: "Why did you leave the Church of Illyan?"

"Why I left? There's only so much torture a man can commit before asking the desensitized mind what he's doing with his life. I found myself almost every week putting my foot on the loops that hung from another man's testicles, pulling it down until he's crying and screaming; or pulling back the cables that were anchored to the nipples of new members of the church, seeing their struggles in the binds as they begged for more. The people who join this church are either sick minded, sexually gluttonous, or masochistic. I too admit I was seeking the exciting "sexual" nature of the church, but when I became Magister and was tasked with performing the wishes of those poor souls, I knew this wasn't the church I wanted to be a part of."

"How do members leave? If this cult is secretive about their members, surely a magister can't walk out the front door?"

"You can when parishioners are slotted in the walls and squirming like animals moaning and begging for pleasure. Set your head straight, tell the other magisters you're needing some fresh air, and never look back once you're outside. That's why I refuse to go back to Nexus. I don't want to be indoctrinated back into the Church of Illyan."

I thanked him for the interview, making sure not to get too close to him as we shook hands before parting ways.

Few days later when I contacted him, he offered to take me on a tour through the Church of Illyan.

I politely turned down his offer.

Bantioc The Two Sides of the Fleet Admiral

" Every morning, I remember waking up and dressing myself for the daily routines as the chief communications officer for the fleet admiral. Everything I did always involved speaking with him one way or another. Everyday was the same, power the console, arrange the garble of data into a familiar set up, read through the graphs and tell the admiral what he needed to know to run the ship.

"Until one day I screwed up and made a mistake in my routines. I gave him wrong information that resulted in a mess of shuttles distributing the commodities to wrong ships. Needless to say, he wasn't too happy about it but seemed pretty calm when he told me to meet him at the Executive Lounge on the Officer Quarters Deck 05...

"From that day, I try and fake a mistake every now and then. It adds the little bit of the spice in my life that makes it exciting."

-Chief Communications Officer Rico Tae

Taepan, Halavan. The Halo of Kings

"Teacher once told me that I would one day become a great king, ruling with my brothers and sisters seated upon the peaks of Taepan, the City of Winds. He wanted to show me my prosperous future, the vision of what I would never see once I have achieved my ultimate goal.

"It was truly beautiful, as the fog gently licked the steppes, the lazy clouds lightly brushing the tips, and how in the middle of all this tranquility, rested Taepan with its Halo of Kings.

"I asked him, 'Teacher, why am I to become a king for the people of Taepan? I am no different than my brothers nor my friends.'

"He simply chuckled, patting my hat while sucking on his pipe. I didn't know what he meant by that back then, but now I do. Taepan is the city of the Ancients. it is up to the new, untarnished eyes of the young to bring forth the changes needed to continue our culture."
-Disciple Han Yuson

Galivas "I ate all the chocolate I bought for you..."

"... but you'll still get something sweet,"
-Xyro Havok


"Mmm, this is much better than a box of chocolates, my sweet, sweet Xyro."
-Xeros Havok.


Chemistry between the two is like how a sodium ion is desperately clinging on to a chloride ion because he stole the other's heart.


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