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Like A Phoenix (For the Vicars only)
« on: January 07, 2014, 11:32:01 AM »
The broken glass beneath Weylin's boots crunched as he made his way through the long abandoned palace donated to the Faith by Grand Duke Michael.  Though the building had seen better days, it was a more than generous a donation.  Already the young man could see the ways it could be remodeled to serve as a conference and outreach center for the Core Region.

An older man approached him, bowing his head towards the Vicar of Ziysan.  "Holiness, the transmitter has been installed.  Is your message prepared?" 

A smile spread across Weylin's lips.  "Of course, Father Poiter."  From his belt he pulled a data cylinder.  "A simple message, but one that should get the attention of the Vicars not too elderly to arrive or mired with factional infighting."

Within minutes the message was broadcast across the old channels: 
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Your Faith calls you.  The Ecclesiarchy will be restored.
All Vicars of the Thirteen who remain blessed in Their sight are instructed to proceed to the attached coordinates.
In Their Name,
-Cronus IX
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« Reply #1 on: January 07, 2014, 01:17:49 PM »
"Excellency," Canon Alek Rok came to a halt before the Vicar of Lor and bowed deeply, "I have received a message from the Grand Vicar."

Lokun IV, Vicar of Lor, studied the world of Hapes below him. It was a beautiful world, one on which he had been born nearly three decades prior. At that time, he had been known as Darien Raesan, but upon assuming the title of Vicar of Lor, he had all but abandoned his former name. It was an old name that carried plenty of baggage, but his new name offered him new opportunities and options.

"Excellency?" Canon Rok raised an eyebrow as he took a few steps towards Lokun.

"Oh, yes..." Lokun turned to face the canon, who had been his faithful assistance since before Lokun had been appointed Exarch and Metropolitan of Hapes. "Tell me, Alek, what did the message say?"

Canon Rok smiled slightly as he pulled out a datapad. "The Grand Vicar wants all able-bodied vicars to meet him at the attached coordinates." He paused, questioning Lokun's response to the rest of the message. "Darien, he wants to restore the Ecclesiarchy for the rest of the galaxy."

"What?" Lokun frowned noticeably. Canon Rok was one of a few individuals who could refer to him by his former first name and not be scolded for it. A friendship had formed between the two years ago, and Lokun cherished the canon's frankness and openness. But he did not enjoy the words that Rok had just uttered, as to reveal the Ecclesiarchy was lunacy, at least in Lokun's mind.

"We live in the shadows, Alek, not out in the open." The words were filled with bitterness as Lokun uttered them. "My father suffered for his beliefs and, inevitably, was martyred by infidel Hapans. What does the Grand Vicar think he can achieve by openly letting the galaxy know that we are here?" The Vicar of Lor tossed up his hands in frustration and walked over to his desk.

"Vicar, if I may speak frankly..." Rok folded his hands together and walked over to Lokun.

Lokun turned towards Rok and rolled his eyes. "Always, Alek. You know you can speak frankly with me."

"Then remember that you are the Vicar of Lor." Canon Rok sighed and shook his head as he stopped a few feet from Lokun. "Darien, you cannot let your personal experiences dictate your leadership. At least hear the Grand Vicar out, as who knows...his decision could lead to a greater acceptance within the Transitory Mists of the Cult of Lor."

Lokun scowled, but he knew that Rok was correct with his blunt words. He had only been Vicar of Lor for six months, after all, and still had to become adjusted to the role. Only last week had Lokun appointed a new Exarch and Metropolitan of Hapes to replace him. But still, there were issues within the Cult of Lor, much of which threatened to dissolve the strong organizational system that the previous four centuries had built up so well.

"Very well, Alek." Lokun put his hand on Canon Rok's shoulder. "Thank you for your words...and your friendship." The Vicar of Lor walked behind his desk and took a seat. "Now, Canon Rok, I believe we have been called to a meeting with the Grand Vicar?"

Rok smiled and bowed before he turned and left the Vicar of Lor to contemplate. In a few minutes, the Lor's Shadow would adjust its heading, leave the orbit of Hapes, and shoot into hyperspace on its way to meet the Grand Vicar and the other vicars of the Thirteen.

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« Reply #2 on: January 08, 2014, 03:53:48 PM »
Bodies rose and fell, swayed and undulated. Some twisted and turned on their own while others fell in sync with those around them, grinding their bodies into their partners'. Though the dancers varied in ages, races and backgrounds, coming from various parts of the Galaxy to celebrate together in that particular time and place, the music was a universal language that stirred and united each of them. The music enticed them all and inspired unity in movement, the crowd tightly packed together creating a sea of ecstatic revellers. An insistent beat called them all to the dance floor and while the dancers' movements were an expression of their own experience with the music, they became one with the rest.

'If they only knew how sacred this act...' The thought had crossed Kaleena Rey's mind as she danced among the sea of dancers in the dimly-lit club on the Main, but it was quickly chased away with the change in track and the increased tempo of the next. The energy of the room swelled, the Zeltron acutely aware of the emotional landscape of those around her and riding the waves of collective pleasure. Her long wavy hair stuck to her pink, glistening flesh as she grooved to the hypnotic beat, shifting her attention between the handsome Corellian behind her, the spunky female Twi'lek in front of her, and her own relationship with the music. As the beat rose steadily in tempo and eventually climaxed to soaring crescendos, the dancers lifted their hands to the sky, swayed and surrendered themselves to bliss. The Zeltron took it all in, an exhilarated laugh escaping her lips as the joy and ecstasy of those around her crashed into her, flowed through her and enhanced her own.

"Bless us, Radiant Dancer, Divine Lover as we offer this bliss to You..." Kaleena murmured before turning to weave through the crowd towards one of the side bars where another Zeltron waited, clear blue eyes quietly surveying the crowd.

Nella Bryhn's eyes glanced downwards as her data pad beeped, alerting her of a new message. The subject line was curious, labelled for certain eyes only and it was clear that the message had been forwarded through a series of secret channels, meant for one person and one person only. It would have been delivered directly if there hadn't been security concerns due to the receiver's particular circumstances.

As Kaleena emerged from the crowd and spied her companion, she quickly glided on over, reaching for the glass of water that sat on the high table directly in front of her. Nella looked up and nodded briefly to her charge, noting the wildness in the woman's crimson-coloured eyes and the deep flush of her already pink cheeks. Without a word, she pushed the data pad across the table's metallic surface so that it sat directly before the other Zeltron.

Kaleena arched an eyebrow as she took a sip of water, feeling refreshed as the cool liquid soothed her parched throat.

"What is it?" she asked before shaking her head. "On second thought, I don't want to know. This is not a place to discuss anything work-rel--" she nearly shouted over the music, Nella's head shake cutting off her words.

"It's nothing of the sort. There's a message that comes from... a higher source..." the other woman shouted back, her eyes fixing upon Kaleena's with an intensity that seemed to want to convey a message.

Kaleena's expression turned more serious as she recognized the meaning. Nella was the receiver and deliverer of only a certain type of message. After studying the other woman for a moment, she tilted her head towards the club's entrance and then turned toward it, taking the data pad with her and expecting the other to follow. With her eyes darting around, scanning the crowd for any sense fo threat, Nella followed, escorting Kaleena outside.

She found the other Zeltron staring down at the data pad when she emerged onto the street only a few seconds after her. She could sense some tension in the woman who was practically glowing only a few minutes earlier. As Kaleena seemed absorbed in the message and oblivious to her surroundings, Nella gently reached out to ease her over to the side of the walkway so as not to block pedestrian traffic. The Main was busy this time of night, the city's night-life known to be quite vibrant.

Seconds passed and Nella observed Kaleena's expression, watching the woman focus her gaze elsewhere as she became lost in thought. As if suddenly sensing eyes on her, Kaleena blinked and snapped her attention back to the present company.

"Let's head back. I need to report a temporary leave of absence from my duties," Kaleena told her, to which Nella shot her an inquiring look. "It seems plans have come together after all, a lot quicker than I had expected. His Holiness has called his Vicars. We're going on a trip."

A smile spread across Nella's lips as she directed them both to her borrowed speeder. She was certainly not heartbroken over having to leave Imperial territory. "As you wish, Lady Astara..."
« Last Edit: January 08, 2014, 03:56:41 PM by Astara III »

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« Reply #3 on: January 10, 2014, 05:19:05 PM »
-=Coruscant=-

Three robed men stood on the Great Hill of Clane, a large hill caused by a tectonic shift thousands of years ago and named after a great king of Coruscant. The three men were look down a large tear in the crust, a canyon of sorts. It was perhaps four or five miles long, and about a quarter mile wide.

Hooded Man 2> "Do you honestly believe this is it?"

Hooded Man 3> "Learn your place brother.. we do not question the wisdom of our Vicars.."

Hooded Man 2> "Forgive me I meant not disrespect.. It just seems farfetched that such a holy place would still exist on Coruscant after all these centuries past."

Hooded Man 1> "Its quite all right, those who do not ask questions are ignorant and are the prey of Lor. Yes I do believe this is the place Brother Kinfis. This must be it. Xo showed me this in a dream, the great hill and the rift below it. Our great kings rest eternally in the Ice Crypts below.."

The hooded man turned and lowered his hood revealing himself to be non other that Onisis II, the Vicar of Xo. Both of the other men lowered their heads, not wanting to look him in the eye. It was a rumor that to look the Vicar of Xo in the eye was the same as looking Xo himself in the eye.. which typically resulted in your death. Honestly Onisis II found it a bit overkill at times. He was no god, simply a follower himself. His hair was down to his shoulders, and his beard grown to his chest. His lime green eyes seemed to almost glow in the Coruscanti evening even with the sun being covered by the clouds and thousands of skyscrapers.

Onisis II> "My brothers this is the final resting place of the 13.. However our galactic government, the Empire have written into law that we may not enter this rift without suffering dire consequences. Our activities here will have to be a secret for now, but fret not for we shall press on as we always have. Our gods have seen fit to bestow us with knowledge of this place, but it is up to us to find our own paths to worship and tend to our glorified kindred here. I will need some time to think on this. For now let us be pleased that Xo is pleased, and let us rest as our god is resting. For several weeks now we have combed the crust of this planet and before us is our reward."

Brother Shem> "We should go down there, at least be for certain."

Onisis II> "And damn our entire effort and order? I think not. The Empire is vast, no doubt they have patrols that watch this place. Spies that even now are looking for those who would walk the path of the thirteen. Patience is our next step. I must consul with the Grand Vicar and the rest of the High Synod before we continue. This path we have undertaken not only effects the Order of Xo, but the Ecclesiarchy as a whole."

Brother Shem> "Of course Vicar.. forgive my ignorance.."

Onisis turned away from the rift and began walking back towards the two YT-510s that were stationary at their camp not far from the hill. The other two men were directly behind him. On their way down a fourth man in robes, this one without a hood, came running up the path to them. "Vicar! VICAR!" he screamed, stumbling and tripping several times on the way to them. Onisis raised a hand up signaling the man to stop and calm down.

Initiate Othin> "Vicar forgive me for interrupting but I have an urgent message for you!"

Brother Shem stepped forward and slapped the young man in the mouth, stood over him and placed his boot into the throat of the young initiate.

Brother Shem> "How DARE YOU! The Vicar is a holy man, you do not gaze upon him with your eyes nor do your allow your tainted voice to enter the ears that Xo himself whispers into! This is not once, nor twice but three times now initiate and for your sins I am tempted to kill you and leave your corpse here for the rodents of the land to feast upon!"

Shem drew a dagger from beneath his sash while the initiate choked and struggled, both his hands on the boot of the superior Brother Shem. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the glint of pale light strike the blade of the dagger above him.

Onisis II> "Wait.. I would hear what he has to say. The initiate is stupid, but not of complete uselessness. He was instructed not to disturb us unless of dire importance.."

Shem grunted and removed his boot, returned his dagger, and lifted the initiate up by the hair of his head. Shem was a brute of a man no doubt, and perhaps one of Onisis II's most loyal followers.. fanatical at times.

Initiate> "Forgive me brothers.. but the message comes from the High Synod.. instructions from the Grand Vicar!"

Onisis II> "A message from the Grand Vicar is just as important as a message from the gods.. lets hear it then!"

The initiate gave the message and Onisis pondered it over.

Onisis II> "I suppose we have other duties to attend to.. brothers we leave now. Shem you are to see to it this initiate takes a vow of silence for a year. Should he speak see to it his vow becomes permanent by removing that which twists his words for him."

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« Reply #4 on: January 17, 2014, 07:30:57 AM »
The doors swung open to the solarium of a villa overlooking a bustling city square.  At its windows, a striking figure in midnight-blue robes, cerulean skin and onyx hair watched over the streets below, where a crowd gathered around a single figure, shouting messages of reform while a semicircle of armed authorities watched warily behind blank-faced helmets.  Though her eyes followed the proceedings outside, the young man who approached to her left and lingered half a step behind her could tell her attention rested on his every word.

"You honor me with your presence, Vicar Marath."

Marath VI, Vicar of Csil, once called Shasev'ira'naleth, and still Virana to a select few, nodded in acknowledgement of her guest.  "The situation here warranted it, Superior Anoru.  True justice is not a thing that sits imposingly in distant towers and dispenses its judgement blindly."

"If only the local magistrates shared your wisdom, this whole matter would have been resolved long ago."

Virana shook her head, stepping away from the glass to face Anoru.  The man, a son of the city's elite who had embraced the Cult of Csil, was a valuable tie to secular society.  The look on her face was kind, but held a touch of disappointment.  "Much has changed on this world in recent years.  I can see the influence of Azurba in its people even from here, and Her wiles are long familiar to us.  If the hand of authority is too rigid, those who would seek to maintain order will inevitably become the very volatile element they wish to quell."

His look of curiosity invited her to elaborate.

"There is a place in the grand design for all things." She remarked with a little, knowing smile.  "Even chaos.  This change cannot be stopped, so instead it must be properly directed."

"So, my Vicar, what would Justice have us do?"

Virana paused a moment, collecting her thoughts.  But before she could reply, a door to their right slid open with a quiet hiss.  Behind it, a polished droid waited patiently at the threshold for its mistress's invitation to interrupt.

Virana beckoned it to speak with a wave of her hand.

"My Lady, Vicar Marath, I apologize for the intrusion but, you see, a message has just come for you.  On one of the old channels."

She gave a quiet nod in her companion's direction, and the young man bowed respectfully, turned, and stepped away without a word.

When she returned her attention to the droid, the look on Virana's face was deliberately neutral.  She did not enjoy interruptions, but knew her attendant was programmed not to come running to its master over trivial matters.  "Let's hear it, then."

The droid approached, straightened up, and delivered the recording in its mechanical voice.

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"Your Faith calls you.  The Ecclesiarchy will be restored.  All Vicars of the Thirteen who remain blessed in Their sight are instructed to proceed to the attached coordinates.
In Their Name,
Cronus IX
Vicar of Ziysan"

Silence hung in the air for a long moment.

Then, slowly, a smile crept across the Vicar of Csil's lips.  Genuine, and full of promise.

"Oh, I have hoped this day would come since I took my very first vows as an Acolyte.  I know we have only just arrived, but it appears my duty already calls me elsewhere.  Have our ship made ready again.  We will depart this afternoon."

A chrome-trimmed head tilted to one side.  "But what about this local uprising, my Lady?"

Virana turned to look out the windowed wall again.  The sight below brought her back to the present, but did not dim her optimistic mood.  "Superior Anoru is a bright young man.  I trust his ability, and his dedication.  A few more words of advice, and my blessing, should give him the confidence he needs to do the work of Justice here."  She turned to walk out of the solarium in the direction her guest had left.

"In the meantime, I must now be doing His work elsewhere."
« Last Edit: January 17, 2014, 07:35:12 AM by Marath VI »

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« Reply #5 on: January 28, 2014, 05:02:39 AM »
Ojoster sector, Taris system, Taris

Contispex sat in his library and looked through the index, it had grown considerably over the years since he'd taken charge of it, he took great pains to acquire old editions and lone copies of great works the galaxy had long forgotten about. He enjoyed the silence and would often lose himself for days buried in the knowledge contained within these walls, but today wasn't going to be one of those days.

He stood and walked towards his balcony, already he could hear a commotion. He opened the door and stepped outside, below and across the street he could see a large crowd gathering, encircling a lone person, it wasn't until his eyes adjusted to the light he saw it was a Rodian. "Someone call the authorities" A voice in the crowd shouted as another tossed something towards it, striking it in the arm.

"Father Marcus" The door to the library swung open and in stepped a large Corellian male, his face and hands had several distinguishing scares and his size was more indicative of a bouncer or mercenary than a priest. He stopped short of Contispex and bowed his head."Yes, my Vicar"

"Seems like these sightings are becoming more common place these days. The good people of Taris are becoming impatient and losing faith in their elected leaders" He paused and motioned for Marcus to step on to the balcony. "I think it?s time their faith changed hands. We need to let them know The Goddess and Pius Dea are here for them, lets convene the order"

"Of course Vicar, and the Rodian?"

"It appears the people have the situation under control"

"Also?" Marcus started, waiting for the Vicar to acknowledge. "We received a message on an old channel, it's from the Grand Vicar"He handed the recording over. "Well Marcus, it seems the Grand Vicar is calling us after all these years" He handed the message back and closed the balcony doors. "I'd hate to disappoint my cousin, ready the ship and get two of the orders Acolytes to accompany, we'll be leaving immediately"
« Last Edit: January 28, 2014, 05:06:26 AM by Contispex XX »

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« Reply #6 on: February 03, 2014, 09:50:51 AM »
As the week passed, the grand palace soonb ecame virtually unrecognizable.  Its exterior was etched with holy symbols, statues of the Gods and martyrs dotted the grounds, and the landscaping was drastically altered.  The interior was also transformed, with its massive windows replaced by stained glass images of ancient crusades and saitns.  The banquet hall was converted into a more cafeteria type setting to help feed the monks who attended to the daily needs of the facility as well as the local poor.  Even the ballroom was modified into a massive auditorium, and...  Let's just say there was a massive amount of renovations and re-purposing all around.

Weylin's eyes glanced over the datapad that Father Poitier had handed to him.  "Csil...  On her way.  Risma...  Glad to see my cousin decided to make it.  I heard he made a good impression over the alien pirate that oversaw Taris.  The being left everything to us before it died."  He continued to tap away on the pad, leaning back in his chair, feet propped on the table where the High Synod would eventually meet.  "Irido...  Seems their Vicar's having some issues over at Iridonia.  Accusations of laziness or some sort.  One of their priests is challenging him." 

The Grand Vicar shrugged, moving on.  "Zela...  Good.  Their Vicar is melding into her role well.  And she's set to attend.  Excellent.  Seems Azurba's Vicar is having issues as well.  Infighting over matters of doctrine?  Shame, she's pretty.  Perhaps she'll succeed.  If not, no matter.  So long as the Faith becomes unified once more."  He tapped the next entry.  "Seems the Vicar of Xo will also attend.  As will the Vicar of Lor!  Excellent indeed."  He tossed the datapad onto the table, yawning.  "The rest seem to be too preoccupied, too elderly, or in their own struggles for dominance within their cults.  It seems we'll have to move to unite them by force later on, if need be."

Father Poitier nodded, awaiting instruction from the younger man.  "Is there anything else, Holiness?"

"Yes.  See to it that the docking bay is cleared for their arrival.  As well as residential cells provided.  Until their proper quarters are readied, they will have to suffer along with myself and learn to 'enjoy' the monks' rooms.  Perhaps some more...  Primative conditions will grant them humility."

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« Reply #7 on: February 10, 2014, 05:16:18 AM »
Contispex sat in his quarters, on his desk in front of him sat a small gold statue of The Goddess that he often found himself staring at during long trips. In front of this statue sat a datapad and in it was the weeks report from The Order on Taris, after the alien incident things had gotten progressively worse in the Upper City, people were becoming increasingly aggitated and they were looking towards Pius Dea for an answer.

"What shall I do about..."

His thought was interrupted by a sudden jolt, the ship had begun it's decent into Loedorvia II's orbit. Contispex grabbed the data pad and tossed it into a drawer and grabbed his cup of spiced tea before exiting his cabin. "Vicar, I was just on my way to see you. We've arrived at the coordinates and have started our decent, we should be planet side momentarily" Contispex nodded to Marcus and made his way to the cockpit where two Acolytes were piloting the YT-2000 downward. He peered outside the cockpit window, the city had come in to view and he could see the Palace, it shimmered with the suns glow, welcoming them to what would be their new home and the rebirth of a unified Zhell faith.

The ship glided in softly and touched down, the ramp lowered and Contispex stepped out fully clad in his silver robes of Risma. The docking bay was largely empty, a few small craft were stored there and several monks were making repairs and unloading cargo. "Welcome Vicar of Risma" A small statured monk yelled from the bottom of the ramp. "My name is Deacon Matthew, a servant of the thirteen. I would like to say is it a pleasure to receive you, I'm to show you to your accommodations then once the other Vicars arrive the Grand Vicar will meet with you all. Please follow me" The monk bowed, extended his arm towards the main entrance and began walking.

"Father Marcus, you'll accompany me, have an Acolyte bring my things and have the other remain with the ship" Marcus nodded and stepped back on to the ship, relaying the Vicars wishes before reappearing.

They followed the monk inside, the palace was well lit and adorned with religious markings but many of the features had been changed, converted to more of a utilitarian set up than one of pomp and grandeur. "Your proper accommodations are not yet ready, the Grand Vicar has assigned you temporary quarters with the monks and hopes they will be satisfactory for the time being" Contispex nodded and gave a chuckle. "Somehow I don't think the Grand Vicar feels all that bad about putting us in here, they'll be more than enough, please pass on my thanks to him"

They made their way through a narrow corridor, it was lined with monks installing windows and drapings, they all moved to one side and bowed as the Vicar moved past. They walked through a small archway adorned with markings and an inscription written in old Tionese, it had been years since Contispex had been back to Tion but recognized the language immediately. Just past the corridor widened, on both sides were small humble rooms, each had a bed, small desk, and a chair. "Here is your room Vicar, your followers will be directly across the hall. Someone will notify you when the other Vicars have arrived" With that the small monk bowed and continued down the corridor.
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« Reply #8 on: February 17, 2014, 01:52:17 AM »
Imaginem Dei was, at His conception, made Two, while He remained as the One. Traditionally, Dei is known as the God Lor, the Lord of Darkness who protects secrets and plays sinister tricks on whomever He wants to. Within the Cult of Lor, however, the Lord Tenebrarum is acknowledged as the Darkness that is the essence of Dei, the very Darkness that Dei Himself created directly after His birth. When Dei formed the Darkness in His hands, He became the Darkness, and the Darkness became Him. Thus, born from this formation was Dei as One, but Lor and Tenebrarum as Two.

Theologically, four millennia of vicars had accepted Lor as His whole in Dei, with His other half being that of Tenebrarum. As the very Darkness that seems to hold the universe together, and as a part of Dei, Tenebrarum was to receive reverence as much as Lor was to. They were One in Two, and the worshiping of the One would mean the worshiping of the Two.

But, before the Duality had been theologically cemented, Ordo Umbra Operarios had waged a battle from the shadows for theological control over the Cult of Lor. Defending the Duality from those who would eventually become labeled heretics was the newly formed Umbra Ambulatis, an order that had been formed by the precursors of the Lorell Raiders and the earliest vicars of the Cult of Lor. It was a destructive time in the history of the Cult of Lor, with much blood being shed in the name of theology and what was right to believe. Nonetheless, Ordo Umbra Operarios was defeated, its members eliminated, and most of the memory of its existence was wiped away.

Slamming his fist onto his desk, Lokun clenched his jaw as he read the report that hinted towards the continued existence of Ordo Umbra Operarios, a fact that went against what history had taught those within the Cult of Lor for millennia. Despite popular knowledge, the heretics had not all perished. The universe was far too large for all of the blasphemers to have been caught, but the prayer had been that the core of the order had been crippled beyond repair.

Sadly, it had not.

Twice in Lokun's lifetime had he met a member of the heretical order. The first time was after he had become a newly initiated member of Umbra Ambulatis at the age of sixteen; the heretic had been a powerful member and had nearly succeeded in murdering Lokun. The second time had been eight years later, and it had involved Lokun being betrayed. However, Lokun had been more prepared the second time around and was able to defeat his foe. With that defeat, he had hoped that Ordo Umbra Operarios had been sidelined, if not indefinitely for at least several decades.

Fools, all of them!

"Excellency." Canon Rok bowed as he entered Lokun's office. However, after the bow, he raised an eyebrow as he noticed a dent on Lokun's desk."I see that the heretics still have you thinking."

Lokun scowled as he followed Rok's gaze. "I have history with them, Alek. You know this." The Vicar of Lor stood and walked around his desk. "Plus, they're heretics. We're not supposed to be too terribly fond of them."

Rok smirked before he looked down. "How long will I need to pretend that we aren't family?" He paused as he looked up. "I have been asked by a few of the faithful who serve you whether we are related, after all. And they wouldn't be wrong."

Sighing, Lokun put his hand on Rok's shoulder. "Alek, you know why I need to keep your blood secret. Our siblings want us dead. The vicar pulled away and instead rested his weight on his desk. "They know you exist, but I doubt that they know who you are precisely. But they do want us and our...infidel ways...eliminated. And I am not about to allow them to kill you."

"Wait, you're worried about my safety?" Rok pretended to be shocked. "What about the time that we went to the club on Lorell? Remember that Zeltron! She about cut off my...

"...Needless to say, Alek..." Lokun cut him off before he could continue with the tale. Some things were best forgotten. "...I value your continued existence on the whole. We have taken part in some reckless missions on behalf of Lor, but now that I'm vicar, we need to be more careful."

"I suppose that explains your seriousness as of late." Rok sighed before he shrugged. "By the way, we will arrive in twenty minutes, and I need a shower." He turned around and began to walk out the door. Before he was out of the office, however, he spun back around and bowed. "Excellency."

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Their arrival had happened without problems. Wearing his ceremonial black cloak with silver linings, Lokun decided to make a less lavish appearance before the Grand Vicar. While he, nor the Cult of Lor, had been entirely pleased with the Grand Vicars throughout the centuries, Lokun didn't want to have his first appearance before the Grand Vicar to cause a greater divide. The Cult of Lor was part of a whole and didn't need to appear to be too egotistical, despite what the truth may be.

Rok had a similar outfit on as Lokun. Yet, Rok's cloak had a small image on the upper left corner, that of two shields converging, one white and the other a darker grey. Traditionally, that image had been utilized by Umbram Ambulatis, of which both Rok and Lokun were members.

After being shown to their rooms, Lokun decided to sit patiently and meditate, although his thoughts kept wandering to the heretics who certainly were plotting their next move.

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Re: Like A Phoenix (For the Vicars only)
« Reply #9 on: March 02, 2014, 04:07:58 AM »
Kaleena lay across her bed with her arm draped across her stomach, her crimson eyes lifted to stare blankly at the ceiling. A few moments ago, Nella had peeked in to the Vicar's quarters and had quietly let her know that their ship had finally arrived at its destination. When Kaleena's eyes chanced a quick glance sideways, she noted a sparkle in the other Zeltron woman's eyes and it was apparent that she was containing her excitement for Kaleena's sake. The younger woman had made it quite known how delighted she was that Kaleena Rey was finally coming into her own, assuming the responsibilities of so many Reys before her. Kaleena could sense her Grandmother's enthusiasm in there somewhere. She could not quite understand why a bodyguard cared so much about the matter but chose not to enquire. Goddess knows Kaleena had enough on her plate to worry about at the moment. The other woman went on to advise Kaleena to change into more formal attire but when Nella was met with a hard stare, she slipped back out as quietly as she had come, not wishing to aggravate the Vicar any further.

Unfortunately for Nella, Kaleena did not share her enthusiasm, the young Vicar's stomach in an uneasy knot the moment she received the official invitation from the Grand Vicar of the Faith of the Thirteen to gather and help restore it. What did she know about leading a Great Goddess' cult? While her ancestors were heavily involved in the comings and goings of the cult of the Divine Lover, Kaleena had but a few stories and simple rituals under her belt and was not entirely comfortable with the idea of representing The Radiant One for not only Her cult but for the entire Faith. Surely she only had the experience of a novice. While she had allowed the Grand Vicar to convince her otherwise, serving Zela as Her Vicar was a huge responsibility that Kaleena was not sure she could fulfill. Self-doubt and worry had followed her to this very moment.

With a sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat at the edge of her mattress, taking a moment to compose herself. The knot in her stomach had seemingly tightened and she wasn't sure if she was going to be sick. 'Easy now....' a voice seemed to whisper somewhere deep within her. It was soft and sing-songy but full of warmth and reassurance. 'Be gentle with yourself. This is simply the beginning. You know more than you realize. The rest, you will learn through experience...' Whether these words were from Kaleena's higher self or perhaps, from the Lover Herself, it did not matter. They had a calming effect and if anyone was present, they would have witnessed the Vicar visibly relax into her seat, a serenity settling in to her features as she committed herself to remaining open to whatever was in store for her during this meeting of the Ecclesiarchy's High Synod. The responsibilities were indeed quite daunting but if Kaleena could live from moment to moment, pouring her heart into all that she did, perhaps it would all be easier to manage.

Moving to stand, Kaleena made her way through the corridors of the ship to join Nella at the ramp that led down into the docking bay. She was still wearing her travel clothes - fitted trousers, high boots, and a plain camisole under a cropped utility jacket. The Vicar of Zela kept her midnight blue hair in a messy bun, choosing to keep her appearance casual and unassuming. She was by no means an expert where the Cult of Zela was concerned, nor would she ever proclaim to have all the answers. For now, she would attempt to remain level-headed, grounded, but open to possibility.

"Alright. I'm ready."

With a slight nod of approval, Nella led Kaleena down the ramp  and into the unknown. One day at a time....

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Re: Like A Phoenix (For the Vicars only)
« Reply #10 on: March 28, 2014, 01:56:10 PM »
**Bleep Bleep**

**Bleep Bleep**

**Bleep Bleep**

Colt opened his eyes, his consciousness seemed to be wanting to drag behind. The continued pulse of the bleep helped him focus on bringing himself together. His eyes moved to a pulsing light on the wall. Sluggishly he threw his arm out and slapped it, and a computerized voice came over his speakers. "Captain, we have arrived. Autopilot has charted a proper course for navigation. Awaiting your approval." This helped perked his attention. The Kiffar had been travelling for quite some time and getting to walk around and see things was alone its own gift. He quickly got out of bed and moved to a terminal near the flashing light. Upon touching it, the top of the panel began to glow blue. He quickly tapped and swept his fingers across the terminal until finally it displayed a visual of the system scan. Seeing a few ships he surveyed the scans, and upon comfort he was relatively safe he gave his print and the ship engaged its autopilot to the Atrium below. Colt had enough time to clean up and get an attire on but little else, and he was pretty hungry.

***A Short Time Later***

The signal of arrival brought the Vicar to the exit ramp of his ship. It was night, no one appeared to be awake aside from the staff working the scanning tower. He looked up at the stars and the aurora like effect the night sky was having. A hue of pink to violet, and for some reason it made him think of clouds on kiffar, how they would change colors during the crossing of the two planets. Great lightning storms would follow. He then turned his focus to footsteps coming towards him. Metallic and rapid, a C3 model droid from the sounds of it. After a few moments he came to see he was right, a grey C3 droid came scooting up.

C3JJ "Greetings Vicar Onisis, and welcome to the Atrium home to all faithful of the thirteen. I am C3JJ, and have been instructed to meet your arrival should the hours be inappropriate for live greetings. Our staff are presently working on your personal chambers, along with most of the other Vicar but living spaces have been prepared in the monks quarters. If you shall follow me I will guide you to your living space."

The kiffar half mindedly waved the droid away. He had not travelled light years simply to 'go to his room'.

Onisis II "No I think I'll just show myself around thanks.." he said as he gazed upon the beauty of the palace while he walked in.

C3JJ "But sir! I do not believe that to be appropriate protocol!"

Onisis II "Well I'm not a protocol droid either.. just have my things moved to the living quarters and I'll be there soon."

That said, the kiffar rounded the corner and vanished from sight off to see this relic with his own eyes.