The Kreazi Arrival on Kha'to

[Zuko Darkborn]

The Domain Ship approaches Dominion space. Out marches firstly a Thyaran prophet and several armored guards. They do not wear any weapons. They make somewhat of salute, near the point of being a dance.

"I am Q-werr kan Rasa, the second prophet, but leave out "the second prophet", or I won't be able to stand you. I am here as a replacement for Q-werr zer Sayraj, who will surely enjoy going home. You know, this planet is filled with beaches without waters. I am commanded not to offend you, but I personally find it quite uncomfortable. Anyways, a prophet should not act as this, but surely you won't tell anyone? Not that it matters, why would gods care about how a mere Thyara act? Don't worry, I'm sure she has better reasons to want a journey home. Although it is quite discomforting, we have left behind the weapons of our guards. I understood it so you have peaceful tendencies? Well, I must be on my way. The Kreaz will be coming after me within a minute."

A crowd of more Thyaras follow the prophet out of the ship. After a while, there is a break in the stream. Twelve Thyaras accompany a vehicle diving out of the ship. It is adorned with golden decorations and white shells. It is impossible to see what is inside. One Thyara steps out. It has the color of brass, which is rare among the otherwise grey member of the species.

"I am Q-anfor qur Sayrang, attendant assistant of Saya and Julium of house Tharstana. As a attendant assistant, I am one of the few others than the prophets who are allowed to speak with the Divine Beings. As agreed, they will not be shown to others than the Protector and four others."

The rest of the travelers leave the ship, and then it closes.

[Joe Joerson]

Fifteen Kha'ni riding some sort of large crawling animal begin to lead the Thyaras crowd towards a nearby cavern-city that is unoccupied. Another Kha'ni wearing a silver mask and a iridescent robe begins riding towards the vehicle away from several riding companions wearing thin robes of a sand like color, he is riding a smaller crawling animal of a different species, it is much faster. When he arrives near the vehicle he takes a transparent cylinder from the Kha'ni the Thyaras have been talking to, after taking it he retreats his outer arms back inside his robe with his inner arms still holding the reins. He speaks.

"Greetings Q-anfor qur Sayrang, attendant assistant of Saya and Julium of house Tharstana. I will guide you to the Protector's Palace, it should take no longer than a half-day. I do not believe your vehicle will have troubles navigating the dunes. The Protector eagerly awaits your arrival."

[Zuko Darkborn]

The Kreazi Vehicle, the Thyaran Attendants, the Attendant Assistant and the Prophet arrive in the castle, where they meet up with Q-werr zer Sayraj. The Prophets enter a room where Sayraj had checked for hidden cameras and similar earlier. When they have secured that only the Protector and the four others are present, the Kreazi pair enters, followed by the Attendant Assistant. Thus there are in total five of each party in the room.

"I am Saya Tharstana, a Kreaz, and often referred to as a "Divine Being". I must somewhat apologize for coming here, as the lack of two xenophiles will affect the council's decisions. You see, we of the Tharstana have always been an alien-friendly bloodline of gods. 99 years ago, when my mother died, I was the one to inherit our duty as envoys to lesser beings, who are not gods."


"I am Julium Tharstana, the partner of Saya, and previous member of the lesser god-bloodline Reashye. You have been looking for your gods, and have now found them. We wish to enlighten you of the dangers of the ruined planets and war, two things which have you so cleverly avoided. Perhaps there is a reason you call yourself the chosen race." Prophet kan Rasa seems disgusted at the last statement. "I am personally interested in seeing you religious customs, texts and traditions. Perhaps it is the right way of worship."


The new Prophet and the Attendant Assistant introduces themselves. The latter explains:
"I was chosen as their new Assistant due to my knowledge of your culture. I have previously been part of the team made to research what information Q-werr zer Sayraj's team sent back. If you see me away from my master gods, that is why."

[Joe Joerson]

The Protector is wearing a white robe and golden mask. He is sitting upon a large throne that appears to have some electronics in it of unclear nature, there are two large indentations in the throne inner sides. Two of the Other Kha'ni are wearing Black Robes and are standing around a table that has a large hand-bound book upon it. The Other Two Kha'ni have silver masks and iridescent robes. and are standing in front of the Protector's Throne.

The Two Kha'ni that have iridescent robes step forward and speak at the same time.

"We accept the possibility that you could be our Gods, because we accept that our ancestors may not have recorded information correctly as they too were fallible as all mortal beings are. However as you do not match what records we do have so we will view such claims with skepticism."

The Two Kha'ni that have iridescent robes step back and the Black Robed Kha'ni step forward and speak in unison.

"We will allow the 'Divine Beings', that you so call yourselves, to read the book of the New Gods we have here." They gesture to the book on the table that was between them. "However the Protector's Records will remain off limits as only the Protector and those the Protector allows may view such."

As the four speak the Protector looks upon the Kreazi with no discernible intent.

[Zuko Darkborn]

Julium looks dissapointed, with his eyes cast downwards. Saya however has no particular reaction, as if she expected this. The same can be said about the Attendant Assistant and Q-werr zer Sayraj. Q-werr kan Rasa on the other hand, seems very angry, moving in circles, his legs unstable. His chest even grows red.

"How dare you defy the Divine Beings? You... Bad things will follow, just wait!"

Saya opens his hand, and turns it towards Rasa. A whip of light extends out of it, and then slaps the Prophet. Rasa jumps backwards in pain. The Kreaz looks towards the Protector.
"He acted on his own. We don't expect anyone to worship us, that is their own choice. If anyone wants, they are free to join the Domain Hierarchy. If not, we will let them alone, unless they research anything that may bring back the apocalypse. Your choice do not, however, do not mean we cannot support each other. Would you wish for an alliance? If so, I can make them discuss the option at home. May I add, this would include us giving you military support, in the case of a hostile attack... Which seems like it might happen soon, sadly. We do not wish for violence, but it has already been proven a necessity."

[Joe Joerson]

The Iridescent robed Kha'ni step forward to speak, but then a loud clang is heard behind them and they turn. The Protector has hit a Crystal stick against his throne, having seen this the two Iridescently robed ones move towards the throne and once there the Protector speaks very softly. During this he points both Towards Julium and Q-werr kan Rasa. After the Protector stops speaking one of the Iridescently robed ones walks toward the Black Robes, says something then they both step forward towards the Kreazi to speak. They speak in unison.

"In the stead of the Gods the Protector commands!" Pointing towards Q-werr kan Rasa "We do not care of the fate of this one. Although he has committed crime, the Protector pardons him on conditions of ignorance." The Black robed Kha'ni appear particularly unhappy at this statement. However the two point towards Julium. "This one is granted access to the Protector Archives up to the fifth level. This is provided on conditions that the one comes unarmed and with less than three attendants. The Attendants may be armed. The one would be escorted and provided with a translator of the archaic Kha'ni'ad." The Kha'ni stop pointing. But they continue to speak in unison. "We would accept an alliance if one were so offered. We further request a free migratory treaty to allow for priests to travel to your worlds and practice."

As they speak the Protector only looks upon the Kreazi.

[Zuko Darkborn]

"We will relay this back to the Domain Council, along with our positive votes. Free migration does not need to be discussed. Whoever wants it can travel to our planets and do whatever they want, as long as they do not promote unrest in our slaves, and follow our other laws. They shall effectively have the lowest rank of freedom, which has few limits, but makes it illegal for them to approach the highest ranked and Divine Beings. We shall go now, and discuss the fate of the prophet. It was not in his place to do what he did, but not unexpected. There are billions of Thyaras to choose from, and while only a small number are here, they are also some of our wisest and most loyal. The eight prophets need to be the best and brightest. If a single Kreaz wants it, a prophet may be demoted, and I shall. Tell us shall you require to speak with us again."


Saya and the two prophets leave. Julium looks upwards again, bright in has eyes, and speaks:
"I thank you for allowing me to see parts of the Protector Archives, whatever they might be. Our assistant here, Q-anfor qur Sayrang, and two researchers shall follow me, if you allow." He looks at the Assistant Attendant, and movements can be seen in his eyes. Julium looks back. "I think it is proper to offer something in return." Sayrang takes a white glass ball out from under his chest. He puts it forward, and it begins to levitate. Julium enthusiastically speak: "This is a "Wythusius", a kind of book, or even a library, crediting it sheer size. In it, is a good deal of knowledge seldom shared even with our professors. Only the highest ranks of Thyaras are allowed to use this. Be aware that you do not give this to anyone distrusted by the Kreazi, or it will explode. Do not worry, on our honor as Divine Beings, we will not use it against you. You can choose whether Sayrang shall teach you how to use it, or if you rather want to learn by the tutorial offered by it."

[Joe Joerson]

One of the Iridescent Robed Kha'ni nods to Julium and speaks.

"The Protector thanks you for this gift, however We mu-"

Rapping from the Protector's Crystal stick on his throne causes the Kha'ni to listen to his words. The Protector whispers some more then the Iridescent Kha'ni returns to his speaking position.

"The Protector thanks you for this gift, there is nothing more on this subject. Have one lead you to the Palace when you wish to see the Archives."

[Zuko Darkborn]

Julium arrives at the Palace, along with 3 others.

"With the unfortunate but necessary war finished, I can finally return to what interest me the most. I wish to see the Archives."

[Joe Joerson]

Julium is allowed entrance and is taken to an office that has several guards outside the door. Inside there is a Kha'ni in silver mask and iridescent robe as well as a black robed Kha'ni. When they are led into the office the iridescently robed one greet them.

"Greetings I will be taking you into the Protector's archives," He motions to the Black Robed Kha'ni, "and he will be the translator for Archaic Kha'ni'ad. Should we get started?"

At the last sentence the Kha'ni walks over to a section of wall completely similar to the others and opens it. It becomes a wide two and a half meter by two and a half meter tunnel.

[Zuko Darkborn]

Julium seems unfazed by the "secret" tunnel, as if he expected it, despite not knowing where it would be. As he walks, he explains,
"I had a similar entrance in my palace at Krethia, leading to my family's library. But now it is gone..."

His eyes has some kind of movement, which one his companions seem to note.
"Well, there are many reasons to hate the Ka-Vidar. Their destruction of my ancestral home is undoubtedly not the worst. Look no further than the obvious, the eating of other creatures, even sentients."

His eyes suddenly turn green for a few seconds, before turning back into the normal purple. The largest Thyara takes on the conversation.
"Quoting Criadaman-qusgi, 'one of the most important teachings of the Kreazi were that of never eating creatures. The barbaric Thyaras of the past even ate their own, but now there was an ending to that. Saycher,' the youngest Kreaz at the time, in other words the newest god, 'asked them why they ate their own when there were so many fruits and plants all over the place. Even in their frozen homeland, before they become gods, they refrained from eating living beings. Then T-saer kan Rewas understood the profits of being a slave...' Oh, that is going off topic."

The group fall into silence yet again.

[Joe Joerson]

The Kha'ni make no comment, as they continue to walk down the tunnel, numerous unlit side tunnels splinter off. Occasionally a rapping comes down from one of the tunnels, the iridescent robed Kha'ni takes out a crystalline bar and makes a responding rapping noise on one of the walls then continues walking.

The tunnel starts to slope downward even more then levels off and a several metal doors are there. The Iridescently robed Kha'ni opens one of the doors and continues inside the Black robed Kha'ni follows, the Iridescently robbed Kha'ni speaks.

"This is level one of the Protector Archives, you are free look around."

Inside the room there are numerous electronic info panels and cabinets for older records. If searched most the information is off historical and cultural events of recent history. Some has older records but mostly just of references with little information given.

[Zuko Darkborn]

Julium looks excited, his eyes brighter than normal.

"This seems like enough knowledge to research for a year, if not more... It would be waste to go any deeper today, no, in the next months. If you allow me, I will..."

He stops his sentence as he coughs. There is a spill of grey blood under his mouth. He seems to ignore it, but some of his joy seems to have disappeared.

[Joe Joerson]

The Iridescently Robed Kha'ni looks at the blood for a moment before speaking again.

"Nevertheless the Protector has decreed that you will be shown all of the Archives then you would be free to begin intense study. You have some times before we move on. Use that as you will."

The Kha'ni sets a appointed time that they are leaving to the next archive by, and tells them that they will be there at that time. A Large Kha'ni clock hangs over the door they entered through.

[Zuko Darkborn]

Julium doesn't look too disappointed.

"Well, I'd rather take in the excitement over a longer period of time, rather than a lot at once, but if the Protector decreed that, so be it."

[Joe Joerson]

The two Kha'ni nod, the Black Robed Kha'ni follows Julium around as translator of the archaic Kha'ni'ad. The Iridescently Robed one moves towards the door they will exit through and waits.

[Zuko Darkborn]

He reads something for a while until the designated time. As he follows the Kha'ni, he suddenly seems to scratch his arm violently, and mutters to himself.

"Damn the [unknown word], not now. Want to look good like a god, not sick like a dog. Like Saya always told me."

[Joe Joerson]

The Iridescently Robed one simply continues walking, the Black Robed one gives a questioning look after hearing something but does not speak, they both continue walking down towards another area were it levels off and there are several doors.

[Zuko Darkborn]

Julium asks, "what is the different rooms for? Or is that supposed to be secret?"

Stealthily, he injects something into himself with a syringe.

[Joe Joerson]

The two Kha'ni open a door, the iridescently Robed one replies.

"Cleaning supplies."

The Kha'ni enter the through the door into a larger tunnel, there is a light rail car that is completely empty. They step on the car and wait for their guests to join them. The Iridescently robed one speaks

"We will take this Car to the Second level. Please Board."

[Zuko Darkborn]

As time past, it seems like whatever happened to Julium before, had stopped. Perhaps the syringe was some kind of medicine? But it still seemed peculiar as syringes seldom are used nowadays. In general, he had been acting suspiciously this day.

[Joe Joerson]

In any case the two Kha'ni do not speak of it. When the Car arrives at the required stop they leave the car opening a large door to another room. They open the door leading to a large room, much smaller than the last level however.

Inside the room there are various info pads. Each giving a amount of information about Earlier Kha'ni history, digital versions of tablets and carvings. Most are proclamations of accomplishment of long dead King however a few are of educated nobles and elites detailing various things around them.

The Iridescently Robed one speaks.

"Here is the second level we will leave once more in another segment of time."

Another large Kha'ni clock hangs above the entering doorway.

[Zuko Darkborn]

"Interesting. To be honest, you have a much more interesting history than the Thyaras. They have been loyal for so long, that even me, now 199 years old, had never lived to see any conflict on Krethia, before we gave our slaves hyperdrives... It would be a honor both to my own house and Tharstana, to research this. We value knowledge you see, more than pleasure..."

[Joe Joerson]

The Iridescently robed Kha'ni responds.

"Our last major war ended roughly one half-life of silicon-32 ago. Since then all major disputes have been settled under the Protectors' good graces. You may study as you wish but once the time is up we must show you the third level. After you have been shown the levels you have access to you will be free to study anything that is inside of those levels. With appropriate escorts of course."

[Zuko Darkborn]

"By conflict I did not mean war. I meant conflict in general. You see, after thousands of years, the class system had become so stable nothing much happened. There were certainly competition, but those were mostly about who followed the laws most properly. We Kreazi are far more prone to disagreements and conflict, than the Thyaras, but we never harm each other. You see, each Kreaz are very valuable with our low population and high capabilities. Our birthrate was brought down by the tropical warmth of Krethia before, and has not yet recovered. Then there is the last... Let us move on."

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