• 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.

Reclamation: Chapter 1: Inheritance

Before he could make it within grasping distance of the vessel, the shipyard-turned-hideout made a warning clear.

Dust floated downwards in a rain of grey as a quad-barreled shape emerged its slot in the ceiling. Five domes and the maggot-wriggling camera-eyes cluttered behind them formed a plus sign formation, flanked on four-square corners by tubular barrels of a deep green material flaking off bits of old detritus and detaching biomatter. Long muzzle brakes extended from their tip down to the middle and it was clear by their size, they were meant to stop something larger and meaner than aos si and human alike.

This could not be the only turret with how the whole ceiling shuddered like nervous insects squirming beneath leaves yet it was the representative of the vrexul now. A facet of something larger as com channels began to literally buzz with the appalling, tuneless chatter of some arcane language not spoken by living things but living machines.

An open channel message was playing, one everyone could hear. It was at first little more than gargled, backmasked audio-garbage but soon it was deciphered.

"YOUR PRESENCE HERE IS AN INTRUSION AND WILL BE TREATED AS SUCH. LEAVE NOW OR JUSTIFY YOUR PRESENCE."
 

Ray of Meep

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Lord Wang should consider himself lucky that the HFR's decryption of the Vrexul language was made publicly available. It took him half an hour to request the data, go through his contractors, before it all was usable on his suit's computers. All the while he needed a drone to come in and replenish his oxygen supply. All said and done, the message was hardly surprising. Like ants on human property, these things think they own the place.

"My name is Wang Dai." The Aos Si announced after standing still and thinking. "You have taken refuge in Aos Si spacecraft. My birthright."

"However. Clearly, this is your home now, and I have no intention of removing you from it. Instead, I would like to propose a compromise. I was there when these vessels were built. I know them more than anyone else alive. I have information that may be of use to you."

"Should you cooperate and aid me in returning these vessels to working order, I will help enhance your own utility of them."

His piece of this pie kept getting smaller.
 
"A TITLE THAT IS MERELY WORDS. OUR AGES IN SECLUSION ARE NOT. WE HAVE DWELLED IN THIS SPACE AND MADE IT UNTO OUR OWN. GIVE US YOUR KNOWLEDGE OR YOUR LEAVE."

A few of the ceiling tiles shifted in silent agreement and silent threat. The lights on the ships flickered for a few moments, blinking almost grub-like tubes connected them to holes in the floor deflated and diminished in size. As if the station itself was alive, it pulsed and shuddered as if disturbed in its slumber.

Scans from vessels outside could detect fluctuations in power; the powering of many individual weapon systems and the taxing of its tenuous battery life.
 

Ray of Meep

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"Well, spending time in waiting is a commonality we both share." Wang scoffed. The threat of violence hardly scared him; he was there when the humans torched a city full of inhabitants and systematically hunted down his race. Still being polite to the Vrexul aliens was in his best interests. "I can give you more than just knowledge, depending on what your needs are. But first, I need safe passage into one of the vessels, and I prefer talking to one of you face to face. Of course, I will come alone."
 
The upper left barrel of the quad-turret flashed and a blink-fast bolt of white flew past Wang's shoulder, cracking against the ground and sending fragments of shattered stone and metal in a geyser-like burst. It had been mere inches from his head.

The turret shifted. Its barrels shuffled within their frame. This time, the one that had "missed" was staring him directly in the eye.
 
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