• Nobles of Null is a forum based roleplay site where sci-fi and magic collide. Here, Earth remains fractured and divided despite humanity reaching out to the stars. Worse still, the trans-human slaves of one major power have escaped, only to establish their own Empire, seething with resentment at abuses of the past. Even the discovery of aliens, though medieval in development, has failed to rally these squabbling children of Earth together with its far darker implications. Worse still, is the discovery of the impossible - magic. Practiced by the alien locals, nearly depleted and therefore rare, its reality warping abilities remains abstract and distant to the general populace. All the while, unseen in the darkness of space, forces from without threaten to press in. For those with eyes opened by insight, it is clear that an era is about to end, and that a new age will dawn.

Day in the Life: Rescue from the Depths

"Fuck!" Wen anticipated a long fall and his soon demise. Instead, he landed chest first onto the emergency exit platform, built on the outside of the airlock.

"Crazy tiger bitch," The ox-form muttered to himself and stood up, rubbing his arm. He first looked down from the handrails, seeing the rest of the colony far down the ship-tower. He then turned to the airlock and tried to peer inside, before looking back up at their ship. "They're going to notice our drive on soon enough, Princess. If you want to make an entrance, you better do it now." He instinctively reached for his pistol. "Why does it feel like we're raiding this place? This feels wrong."
 
Koyama watched wide-eyed as Wen was kicked out of the airlock. And then saw him landing flat on the platform. Then started her march up to the airlock with a hand behind Jun's back to push her slowly forward. Then offering a sisterly squeeze around the shoulder as a sign of her support.

"C'mon, you want that comfortable lifestyle right?" A slow smile formed, suddenly patting her on the back near the edge. Giving her time to look, it didn't seem too far if the other Ox was alright. He did make sense though, it wasn't right but it now looked like they were committed. So this could very well be a good opportunity to show how committed she was to finding a prince, right?
 
"I HAVE TO LIVE TO ENJOY IT!" Jun panicked, looking back at Koyama wide eye'd as she felt herself getting pushed towards the airlock and the inevitable drop to her death that lay just beyond it. Being this close she was already at the edge, looking back at Hoshiko and Koyama as she started to fall forward. Things seemed to go in slow motion as she tumbled to her death, a short scream escaping her lips as she fell...

only a foot or two and landed square on top of Wen, smothering his face with her chest as she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh Mother-Empress...." She breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was going to end up..." Jun would look directly at Wen, "...like you."
 
"I heard that!" the tiger princess shouted down to Wen in meatspace. Even as she leaped down after them though, her mind was already racing through their virtuality, skipping from their ship-lobby-home and across the city. Bounding to the center, she arrived at the magnificently shining center. And was promptly placed in queue when applying to meet. "Ugh. Just as I thought," Hoshiko grumbled. The tower-ship in their virtuality was as pristine as the day it was made, but now draped in cloth banners and vestments celebrating its triumph.

But there wasn't any in meatspace. It was just a stark, clean, foreboding Thing in the middle of it all. Hoshiko even idly mused that the Aos Si likely thought of it as a tower of doom.

"Sometimes, when royalty want to talk to each other, they have to do it this way," she explained to the commoner-bull. Stepping past Wen and the soft comfort of Jun atop him, the princess grabbed the recessed emergency latch and pulled. Cranked, turned, and finally levered the entrance open. "Heh. Still works. Glad our ancestors weren't like Boeing," she smugly thumbed her helmet. "Think of it this way. You can set a digital barrier and just block, but someone knocking on your door? Much harder to reject," Hoshiko pointed out. "Right sis?" she grinned behind the helmet at Koyama.

"You guys too busy making new crew members, or are you coming?" she taunted the two bovines.
 
Jun had lots of thoughts going through her head at that time. Did Hoshiko really thing that making a baby happened so quickly? If so that would be tragic for her love life! She also heard Hoshiko say something about one of those Old War 2 things again. The reference absolutely went over her head... probably something about cloth airplanes going into space? "WAIT! DO YOU NEED US TO ANNOUNCE YOU OR?... "

It seemed like Hoshiko was just going to go in?
 
"Fuck their mother, this is not happening right now." Wen growled angrily, refusing to be on the receiving end of an old, shameless human media trope. "Stupid cow, if you rubbed your two neurons together as much for reality as much as you do for your stupid little fantasies----" He muffled underneath her, then pushed the large bovine off of him completely. He huffed, picking his pistol back up. "I should've never volunteered to rendezvous with you in Shen Zhou." The bull protested to Hoshiko, following her nonetheless. "Do all of Her heirs and heiresses carry themselves so callously?"
 
"You better mean fuck their mother respectfully," Jun said,"If this goes well she's going to make me a princess. Then I won't have to worry about the small stuff. Do you realize just how much you could move up if she liked you just a little bit? If you actually fucked her you'd be commanding troops instead of being led around by the nose all the time."
 
"Up you two," Koyama sighed as she practically grabbed Jun in meatspace after hopping onto the platform, one arm under the Cow's, and lifting her to her feet. "We're a varied breed, Wen, and if you didn't volunteer Shen Zhou?" She shook her head. There was no telling what would've happened to the Ox with a dead Aos Si trapped in his head.

"And can we stop talking about my Mother and sex in the same conversation?" Shoo'ing Jun toward Hoshiko, Koyama eyed Wen a moment, then extended a hand.
 
"Tch, no reaction," Hoshiko remarked in their virtuality. The quartet still stood within the governmental sector, as the princess waved a hand away at a cute mascot giving them all an airspace ticket. It didn't seem to count in her mind. "Not even a receptionist or Chongwu secretary. It's all just automated routines."

"Ugh. Next you'll be bleating about a broken nail Wen," the princess moaned out loud. "It's not like you're a squishy human or something," she pointed out, slightly irate that he was whining over something he wasn't even going to bruise from. Taking the lead, she marked the governor like an NPC waypoint and followed the nav-line, sighing again as she did her best to try and ignore Jun. The bare, utilitarian hallways were human built, but dimly lit up to Daqin-spec.

Specifically, non-visible and dark for humans, but perfectly adequate for them. It saved power in a place where they weren't trying to look good. A large puck the size of a dish quietly scooted by, cleaning the floor and did a waggle to acknowledge them before continuing.

"Wait. Mom's not bothering you about cubs?"
"Wait. Mom's not bothering you about cubs?"she briefly stopped, turning to look at Koyama. "Ugh, nevermind. Jun'll see to that," Hoshiko haughtily added as she continued on, finally coming to a stop in front of a nondescript door. "Are you all ready? Know what to say?"
 
Jun ended up on her feet with Koyama's help, nodding as she decided to try and tone down talks about the Mother-Empress in crass situations. She'd never stoop to sleeping with a commoner right?

"We should have announced ourselves. BIG entrance..."Jun said, giving Koyama a quick 'Thank you' as she was helped up. She would head up to where Hoshiko was in front of the door and pulled out her rifle. "I'mma go full Karen. Really make a scene. You can come in after me and be the reasonable ones." She made sure her weapon was on safety before heading towards the door, looking to barge in and make demands.

Naturally she'd try and open the door with a kick!

"Who here is making two of the Mother Empress' Princess' wait?! Such poor hospitality will not be forgotten! Not only has their valuable time been wasted, but the interests of the Mother Empress herself are threatened by this delayY"
 
The first kick Jun gave against the sliding door resounded loudly, but it didn't budge. Without a word, Hoshiko quietly clicked the button to open the door without a word, the following sound of the analog device echoing almost just as loudly as the door slid aside. Though a plain office space lay beyond, their senses were immediately assaulted with the sights and sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Mercifully, the governor's hub opened in their shared virtuality, bringing them into a more lavishly decorated room. The governor himself sat behind the table, fingers steepled. However, he was accompanied by someone who looked like a doctor, as well as a very peculiar make of Chongwu dressed in a secretary's outfit.

After the door was open and the governor's newest 'guests' were revealed the doctor's expression shifted from annoyance to tiredness that the yelling about princesses and the Empress only seemed to worsen. She pinched her forehead, leaning forward enough that strands of pink hair fell into her face, as equine ears flicked several times in rapid succession, "The door wasn't exactly locked. I think you're greatly over-exaggerating your delay out of... pettiness? Couldn't you lead with what you need if it's important enough to barge in during a meeting? I think that would be best for everyone."
 
The Chongwu was seated on the governor's lap, presumably for their 'meeting', and the two were distinctly where the sounds of flesh hitting flesh could be heard coming from. Her tongue was hanging out and her eyes were unfocused as she bounced slowly, the situation obvious to the Daqin that had just entered, though the breaking-in of the door drew her focus briefly, before it faded away again.

Pants and groans were all that came from her mouth in meatspace, but virtually, the group received a message from her, marked as from 'Wu, Sakamoto's Secretary'.

"What are you all doing here?"
 
'Ew'

Jun frowned as she walked in on the Governor using his work hours to jack off. She was rapidly becoming disinterested in sex at all now...

But she had to be strong!

No fucking meant no chance she'd be able to take care of that prince-ling of the Mother Empress which meant SHE would never get to be a princess! Such a thing couldn't be allowed to happen! She steadied herself and pushed forward into the room ahead of the rest of the group.

"You DARE make the Princess' wait just because you need to Jack Off?! I am heralding the arrival of Princess Hoshiko, slayer of the Aoi Si's grand army in nuclear fire!, instigator of the Union's Civil War!, Mythical predator of the Adlets!

I am heralding the arrival of Princess Koyama, Shrewd Businesswoman and fierce protector of her Dragon's horde!

...

... and Wen.

Humans who have wasted their time have been slain for such an insult. You should consider yourself fortunate to be Daqin in this moment."

Jun was still wearing her armored bodysuit, smart-rifle at the ready both in and out of virtuality she kept her face covered, wanting to project the image of the over-eager attack dog despite being more of a geologist ox. Hopefully after this the Governor wouldn't remember who she was, just that the princesses were the reasonable ones!
 
"Well, this is fucking gross." Wen didn't bother hiding his disgust in his tone, agreeing with Jun for a rare moment. He then eyed his HUD, turning on his helmet's camera. "Of all the greatest of our culture and what our technology has to offer, you needed a fleshlight to satisfy yourself." The bull lifted his own pistol and aimed at the horse-form. "I told you," He commented to the rest of the party, "That Chongwu were a mistake. This is exactly what doomed the humans. I should execute this poor excuse for a governor right here and cleanse our people of this blatant debauchery."
 
"Cubs?" Koyama asked as Jun's voice boomed in the room. Even as both her eyes in meatspace and those of her avatar drank in everything going on her expression darkened. "I'm not some broodmare!" her avatar's voice's volume jumped to eleven as she spoke over a more private line to her sister. Truth was, she'd ducked, dodged, and put the fear of what the humans called 'God' in any suitors let alone people looking for one-night stands.

The tip of her golden-scaled tail twitched furiously in what would've been a feline approximation of agitation. Her nostrils detected that distinct scent of just what was going on if the flesh-on-flesh smacking, groans, moans, and panting were not enough. Seemed the governor was living up to his name.

It was then she mimicked the doctor's gesture. Except it was the bridge of her nose to which both her physical and virtual bodies did so simultaneously. But she found her free hand coming up. Reflex mostly, or to forestall a potential inevitability of the degenerate being gunned down by Wen.

~"He's a disgusting pig yes,"~ She typed, having created a secured, and private server that amounted to little more than a text-based chat room. ~"But one we may need."~ Looking up then in the shared virtuality of the eccentric crew, the pervert, the Chongwu, and a doctor. ~"For now."~

The message they'd received, Koyama reciprocated in kind, "We are here on the Mother Empress' business. Searching for a merchant She has a personal interest in and wishes found."

She wanted to share Wen's look of disgust over the matter regarding the man behind the desk. "If you would stop your debauchery, Governor," her voice sweet as honey, her smile was small, polite. Not even close to reaching her eyes.

"We have business to discuss." With an imperious gesture toward her sister, "That means now." Oh, it was heavy-handed, but who cared if the guy got blue balls? Or cockblocked? The sooner she managed to get away from this stench the better. And it saved the poor Chongwu for the moment.

In the text chat, she made her displeasure known. A furious spamming of emoji flew by accompanying: ~"He deserves to be sterilized. Maybe later we can make that happen."~ One could not properly convey emotion through simple text. But it would need to be enough.
 
Jun didn't want to not be pointing her gun at anybody if Wen was already pointing their gun so she took aim at the Governor... though she aimed slightly to the right just in case.

"DOOMED!" She shouted, trying to hype-man for Wen.
 
A hand reached out and gently touched the young bull's loaded rifle, pointing the tip down.

"Shhhh...Let's not turn this rape into a murder," the small tigress reasoned out loud in meatspace. Hearing his life was likely to be spared was no relief for Bāo Shuǎng, governor of The Lonely City. Instead, the words of the obnoxious cow rang much more true. He was doomed. Even in their shared virtuality, the black feathered rooster's avatar occasionally glitched and flickered with bottomless despair. Though they often hid their crying and tears in these shared spaces between their minds, nothing could stop that, and this became their own shows of feeling.

And any Daqin could tell he felt well and truly doomed.

Even so, Shuǎng wondered how it had come to this. It had started with that cute chick of a merchant dueling him in a cunning game of words. It was against his better better judgement, letting her go beyond the city walls, wasn't it? Of course she was going to go missing, and then her companion and pet vixen came to bother him. But they just wouldn't take No for an answer. It was so frustrating! They were so unreasonable! They were going to die! Shuǎng remembered that feeling of just wanting to piss them off rising, and rising and rising...

Royama Dai, the pesky ex-human physician, could suck his dick for all he cared! Or better yet, she could bend over. And then there was that foul abomination that was Zhāng Wǔ. She was the bimbofied version of a kid's show character, and the breeder for that custom-line of Chongwu for those gluttenous American weebs, wasn't she? In hindsight, telling her to get started on giving him one of those in exchange was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

How could he have known she was so loyal to that merchant?

Bāo Shuǎng remembered being stunned at first by that fresh, exotic, strawberry scent as she neared. Then he remembered being paralized with disbelief as he was eaten alive by her all-consuming mouth that refused to gag. And when it was far, far too late, finally pinned down helplessly by Wu's wide hips and oppressively soft, ample bosom. By then, her grip around him was inescapable. Surely, this was how the downfall of Bāo Shuǎng had begun?

No, he realized, looking back further. He remembered the laughter of his mother and father. He looked so silly, his mother had said, cradling him in her arms. He looked like he was a great package, satisfaction guranteed, his father laughed. The nurse laughed too, and suggested a name for their newborn boy.

Ah, yes. He was doomed.

"Whatever you want," he replied over Wu's bobbing ear. Shuǎng bowed his head in resignation in their virtuality.

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Note: Bāo Shuǎng (包爽) is a Chinese Pun meaning "Guranteed Satisfaction" (Regarding Sex)
 
There was too many things going on at once- Not that the doctor couldn't physically keep up. It was more the mental anguish that she was currently experiencing that was the true problem. If only she had a pile of folders or papers to toss into the air to really portray the extent of how truly comedically ridiculous this situation was.

The digital version of the doctor tossed papers into the air and then watched them flutter to the floor like sad, corporate feathers. She frowned, her fears becoming real, "I knew it wouldn't be as satisfying."

Physically- in meatspace- the only reaction she had was the continued furrowing of her brow as her eyes glanced between the bull, his gun, and then the gaggle of princesses in tow.
She couldn't help but to chortle. Perhaps laughing at a band of princesses and armed guards was a poor choice- but this is exactly the sort of thing she had come to expect, “You've got extraordinary timing. This is exactly the sort of… excellence one could expect from the Empire's finest. Really. I mean it. I was starting to get nauseous. Unfortunately for us- but fortunately for Sakamoto she has a loyal pair in poor Wu and I.”

She let out a sigh of relief and brushed her hands across the front of her scrubs, “This is fantastic. You want to find Sakamoto and we want to find Sakamoto- and we all agree this guy is pretty awful.”

The implication was obvious and left to linger.
 
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Jun nodded, the bad cop routine appeared to be working... so it was time to continue to be unreasonable.

The path forward was clear. Koyama had made a request but the Princess' had to continue to be the reasonable ones. That meant it was her responsibility to carry out that request as if it were her own idea, thus sparing the princess' of any appearance of wrongdoing. Mentally she braced herself for what she must do. She would stomp up to the Governor's desk and grab a hold of Wu's long ears, yanking on them hard enough to pull her from where she was seated and then down onto the ground. Jun would then shove her rifle right onto where Wu had just come from in a direct threat of sterilization by mechanical means.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Jun threatened.

Of course, they hadn't specified who they were looking for but that wasn't what Jun was too concerned about at the moment. She was using all her might not to cringe at the thought of where she'd just shoved her weapon and how she'd certainly have to clean it as soon as possible.
 
There was a cry, and a crash, and in one shot, Jun's weapon was forever ruined.
 
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