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ADMIRAL ON DECK! I see you’ve answered the call to arms, it’s been years since we’ve seen a war front, you’re new and scared…but full of potential AT EASE!

[admiral-michova]

“IM here…it’s me”

Elanor whispered to herself. Walking down the hall of their top floor suite, Elanor sees her reflection in a mirror and stops, elanor could’ve sworn she looked older? Or is she just losing it? Then lines on her face seemed like they’d been filled in over night and her eyes, the blue in them became piercing. Elanor touched the mirror where her reflection stood and jn her mind she saw it ripple, she saw the young Elanor…her face stained with running make up and tear streaks, but she was smiling…smiling? Elanor felt a wave of warmth cold and weakness all at the same time, her reflection reached out and touched where Elanors hand was placed and it was cold…they pushed each palm together and the coldness from young Elanors side, her smile softened and her eyes welled with tears, the coldness faded and it bursted into overwhelming warmth, Elanor pulled her younger self through and into a hug, the back of young Elanors dress was shredded and her back was covered in lashes and bleeding, older Elanor could feel those scars radiate heat and pain but she stood unfazed and let her younger self cry into her shoulder, Elanor let the warmth overtake her and allowed the realization of change and uncertainty to be what her reality is

“Danke, danke für unser Überleben”

Elanor blinked and found her hand just on her reflection, her broken pieces felt something, no not fixed that wasn’t it…it felt like they’d been cleaned up and set aside. Not thrown out but saved to be re used. The first night she met sovfia and the two talked she found a kindred spirit, and then meeting the rest of the crew she found a new home, patience, tolerance understanding and gentle guidance from everyone around her ensured Elanor felt at home, still looking at her reflection she was amazed, still missing pieces but despite the fact they may be missing or broken, a part of her feels new and ready to start again. Time to try again for her new life and this was part of the ticket for the ride

“I’m what I always wanted to be…free”

Elanor hopped in place and turned to jog down the hall to meet Sovfia where she was waiting, now was not the time to stand still it was time to get a move on and move fast with a direction in mind, she got a ring on her wrist unit and had to flick it open and answer jogging still trying to maintain a decent breathing pattern

“H-hello!”

“Elanor g’morning luv, are you making your way to training?”

“Yes”

“Good! I’ll be there soon too”

“John?”

“Yes?”

“Still hope you aren’t taking it easy on me”

“Trust me, I won’t be”

With that the comm hung up and Elanor continued her jog, the elevator wasn’t far off now and Sovfia sat leaned against the wall waiting for Elanor

“Let’s go let’s go Löwin a full day awaits!”

“Okay Nora let’s go!”

[admiral-michova]

The knight commander Sletya- or in her English monicker Sofvia Devoshka, stands on the rubble of a city brought to heel by the United cosmos committee. One of the moons surrounding her home world of Marona Prime- the sister moon she stands on of which there are 4- named Maronas Pearl, houses the convicts of political prisoners, and POW’S from supply line raids and delegates sent in vain. Her helmet reflects the air of death around her, the massive frame of this knight commands no audience other than the people’s oppressors. She can see them on the judicial buildings rubble, barely alive crawling for scraps- people of all walks of life all shapes and sizes and cultures, all sickly and starving sent here for no transgression other than being perceived as an enemy through mere disagreement. Rarely is it sofvia takes her helmet off to be seen by an enemy, but these were her people, and if she would take her helmet off for the enemy to see her- to look sofvia in the eye as they were felled, then she would do no different for her people, to look them in the eye, as their imprisonment came to an end~

“MY PEOPLE! Today you look liberation in the eye yes…you faced death, disease and starvation at the hand of oppressive canibals who sit on ivory towers. NO LONGER WILL YOU ROT IN THIS HELL. Another of your kin has returned to covet our home…I would be lying if this is not personal to me no? You are my people and you had risen before yes? RISE AGAIN FOR MARONA SHE CALLS TO YOU! TODAY YOU DO NOT JUST LOOK INTO THE EYES OF FREEDOM! YOU LOOK INTO RHE EYES OF JUSTICE, JUSTICE FOR YOUR PEOPLE! JUSTICE FOR YOUR HOME, FOR YOUR DEAD AND WOUNDED FOR YOUR SICK AND POOR! TODAY THOSE FAT HEDONISTS WILL GAZE INTO THE EYES THEY THOUGHT THEY HAD STOMPED OUT!”

The campaign to take Marona prime and her sister moons was offered to Sofvia Devoshka and she had chosen to personally fund the matter of which she had little issue in doing. Her home world had been an issue for centuries and proved difficult to take back, with her showing us at the UCC how it’s done, it was no wonder we were outclassed, as the cruelty bred on that planet was only mere nightmares to us we had never seen.

[admiral-michova]

Elanor Freiden

meet Elanor V2! ---------BEGIN FILE---------- Elanor Aluch Frieden had been inducted into the UCC'S care under the guides of her knowledge in radio communications and eloquence in dealing with high profile officials, Mrs Frieden is royalty rescued from her dictatorship under her mothers reign.

------BACKGROUND DOCCUMENTATION------

The knight commander CALL SIGN: Steel Queen-(sletya) herself had made an appearance to Mrs. Frieden at the very gates of her capital building on her home-world. Said world had been giving the united cosmos committee issues for quite some time and had been warned on numerous occasions if it had continued to show and or spark hostility it would be brought to compliance. The UCC had given the planet of -(steinerne Oase 13)--(stone haven)- the standard warning procedures which follows as such-

------WARNING PROCEDURES------

radio communication

sending small forces to asses damages

showing up in far orbit

ACTION DEEMED NESCESARRY

------BACKGROUND DOCCUMENTATION CONTINUED------

Mrs. Frieden had made multiple secret calls to the UCC ships around her home world for quite some time, however due to the UCC'S operating procedures until an act of hostility was shown we could not tip any scall in accordance to the independent worlds act. it is not exactly fair however, it is legality.

------CLOSING DOCCUMENTATION------

Mrs. Frieden not only showed capability to operate radio equipment to a proficiency she also showed to be a valuable asset in diplomacy in general, with a few weeks of slightly altered training she was ready to get to work on board of the 24TH'S flag ship along side the steel queen and Admiral.

i had to rework elanor from her V1 design

this is it ^ for refrence (she looked a little too young to be involved in any of the current relationships with anyone on deck, most of the characters are in their like 30's + elanor was one of the first few characters made in my OG sletya story before the Blue Glare came to mind with everyone else and i hadnt really established anyones ages yet, im so glad i reworked her

[admiral-michova]

UCC FILE 4324 THE INVOLVEMENT OF NOW PAST ADMIRAL ARIN KLAXTON

ATTENTION SENSITIVE MATERIAL ENCLOSED IN SAID DOCUMENT, DETRIMENTAL TO SECURITY AND LONGEVITY OF COMMAND PROCEED WITH ONLY ADMINISTRATIVE ALLOWANCES OR CORRECT SECURITY CLEARANCE: 24TH heavy company and fleet command structure guideline 03 prohibits any and all under the clearance code to access or view the document/s of said person/s and their involvement in, during, before and or after their service to the UCC and its structure

Proceed?)

Y: *

N:

CLEARANCE ACCEPTED WELCOME: admiral

“Terminal allow admin- access”

“PROCEED”

“I’d like to make this knowledge public across all terminals, stations, and subsequent networks within the next 24 hours earth standard time.”

“MUST INPUT ACCESS CODE VERIFICATION”

“Right…”

The admiral clears his throat begins to speak to the terminal microphone slowly

“Stal…tachit…ether…engram…lumen”

“CODE VERIFIED PROCEDURE WILL COMMENCE WITHIN THE NEXT EARTH STANDARD TIME 24 HOURS, STEEL SHARPENS STEEL”

“Good…that’s taken care of”

Heels clicked and clacked behind the admiral, he knew those heels by now how could he not

“I hope you know what this means Michovanovich.”

“I do…it means the glinting knives in the dark will either suddenly strike-“

Mochiva took out a small quarter burnt cigar and lit it leaning against the terminal

“Or they’ll be illuminated enough to dodge and weave.”

“It also means you’ll have to admit he’d been executed without proper procedure?”

“I am aware. Commissioner humor me a question would you?”

She looked puzzled the commissioner, but Josephine waved her hand as the sign to continue

“Why did YOU shut your eyes in his moments of power?”

“Is this a-“

“Are you avoiding my question?”

Josephine was beside herself and appalled, but she did not look incredulous, she knew the admiral was right

“I- I cannot lie to you, I made the mistake many did when he rose to your position…I sat back and didn’t know what to do. Then again remember he had overwhelming power?”

“That is true yes…this file NEEDS to go public our nations have a right to know the deserve the truth and no less from the admiral himself…”

“Is this a personal score?”

“Far from it, who knows how many folks had been displaced by his improper management of resources hell it’s why the fringe has gone full on fascist against us…people need to know what went on behind the scenes Josephine”

“…in that case, then you’re not doing it alone michova.”

[admiral-michova]

Saw a post regarding a question about OC’S and how honest they are with themselves and others with their feelings and just had to drop this in, here we go!

The admiral sits alone in the crows nest portion of the bridge, a closed off portion on a raised platform above the heads of the crew bellow him. His favorite mug filled with coffee, a cigar on his lip, and his tie loosened, sleeves rolled and hair half down in a low and loose pony tail. The admiral charts courses and directions while his skeleton crew bellow does calculations and comms checks to the distant colony posts and city stations. If you went into the crows nest with him you’d never be sure it was the admiral, his one good eye seems sunken in and despite his husky build the man seems to be losing weight in the face. What time was it when he got up there? What time is it now? What DAY is it now? The admiral never had a great sense of time…of course he could tell time and knew it was passing obviously but, in his mind an hour passes every five minutes and every five minutes is a decade long, it’s almost like time means nothing? It’s valuable he knows that but it passing seems to have a warped perception in his brain. This is honestly one of the reasons he loves being up in the void of space, up there time is all you have everything boils down to time and organization, how you move a ship, how you move around in general, it’s why ships in his fleet are built a certain way, they’re made in a such a way that if they should have zero-G suddenly and without warning happen inside the crew can navigate the halls and rooms easily even without the zero-G mobility course having been drilled into their heads. Time is such a weird thing to Michova…and it honestly scares him, but admitting that scares him more and in all honesty as a man commanding a fleet of ships that in total cost as much as a medium sized star? Michova a lot of the times is having a panic attack on the daily, every day in the mirror he wakes up to see a coward hiding behind the UCC’S might a man barely capable bud the people around him? They see why he was chosen so young to be an admiral, they see the size of his command, the way he carry’s himself and his crew. Michova can see a slight reflection of himself in a blank solid state holoscreen, an old touch screen still made of glass components that was purposely kept as a redundancy, and has a moment of panic at his reflection, how long has it been since he’d eaten? Or had water? Or slept?! He wasn’t sure…the urge to laugh and cry was only kept at bay for so long and had to happen there and then. Was michova being honest with himself recently? Or was he putting up a front to work as hard as possible to not waste time? Is it just a worry for time? Or is he still convinced somehow he’ll fail everyone…either way. There’s this dread in him that hangs like a rotten sore tooth, its persistent and painful…the kind of painful that numbs your mind a pain that is easily hidden in a crowd, but not easily forgotten when alone

[admiral-michova]

NEW FILE ADMIT- SUBJ: ||updated infantry||

NEW EQUIPMENT ADDED:

Reinforced gloves

Updated boots

Recalibrated rifle and ammunition

New and improved under armor/field shirt

Improved field pants

Smaller paldrons for better mobility

New ocular imaging system in helmet

Improved pack and mobile gear bags

Improved ballistic protection for body armor

[admiral-michova]

meet the Valkyries, a flying/gliding med and med-evac unit. special eye augments help them to tag friendly units and to scan them for ID to find downed, wounded, dead and or missing people, Valkyries are trained in most if not all field medicine including small amounts of field surgery and heavy on wound care, they are also trained that an enemy is nothing but their uniform and misguided hate and should not be denied treatment if they are deemed as to need it. they wear the special white beret to signify they are a medical unit and use the MARK-07 jump wings, usually combat a medic role however it is not exclusively labeled as such most will take that option. 23MM shotgun 4-5 rounds incendiary slugs (*blue color coded rounds are usually incendiary*) and a special high carbon steel axe to clear ruble, cut straps and webbing off large pieces of equipment or wounded soldiers, their chest armor is extremely dense however it looks thin, it’s made of the same material the knights armor is made of and is semi powered, Valkyries are a staple amongst the UCC however in the 24th they seem to shine the brightest, seeing the most action and gaining the most experience this is often where intermediately proficient cadets will go to receive a rapid and effective advanced training gaining the eye augments and donning the sister to the mark-07 jump wings that allow them to fly for longer periods of time, the new set of wings of course being the MARK-07:24 being ever developed and improved this is the current mark they use. Going back to the chest piece it helps to regulate temperature depending on the environment due to a special gel in its layers, and it hardens thus strengthening itself against blunt attacks and any damage from hard landings

[admiral-michova]

Sigmakan in the hells realms before revival

“When I awoke from the punishment of the realms bellow us, I did not expect justice to have disappeared from the mortal plane…I will fix this otherwise my revival was made to waste”

The hells realms act as the prison for wicked souls, some seeking punishment others to do their time, in these realms your soul can be claimed early and returned if your time is served or punishment is significantly given sometimes even manifesting physically as this is the way to offset the freedom from the hells realms.

The revival isn’t necessarily resurrection so much as it is out of body experience, the hells realms is a plane between planes of existence a fold in the map of the universe/s that jailers and judged reside in and therefore so do their prisoners, and executioners, if you are not able to be rehabilitated or otherwise are unwilling to reassert your life unto a better path? You will be executed to the deepest truest hell, this realm is extremely large and is as empty as it is large, not many truly get the chance to enter this fold of the hells.

In Sigmakans case he had the chance to rehabilitate due to his actions INDIRECTLY causing the harm of another. He had no intention of causing harm however his actions lead someone else to cause it and while he is not guilty wholly for the murder of a townswoman he was a catalyst for it and did not fight when his soul was claimed for punishment. In the realms Sigmakan firmed his punishment and did not falter at the sight of judgement or guilt and when asked why it was simple

“Why would I deny my poor actions, you had seen them, there is no argument to make”

And so for him the only direction left was up, most souls that reclaim themselves do it through clawing and fighting their way up from the hells realms, still wayward and misguided, Sigmakan reclaimed himself through the work he did. Tending the gardens of weeping flowers, and learning to be patient with the lost ones, souls that had been lead astray and had broken from their misdirection and yet still wandered lost, an echo of their former self. Sigmakan guarded the gates from renegade hailers, the angels of purgatory that sought destruction of the hells realms simply from boredom

The hells realms like previously stated are a between realm of possible rehabilitation, a mock hell, it sits just inbetween the cusp of purgatory and hell, normally you would fall into purgatory to be judged and go from there but some are so gray or confusing they need to be further examined, so they get sent to the hells realms

Above purgatory is the hailers realms, a mock heaven to further examine if the souls are truly of virtue and can be trusted at the gates of the heavens, it would be an understatement to say Sigmakan was truly despised by the hailers at first, most of the hells judicators are, but even when he repelled them there was no blood spilled unless it was his own from the battles, and the hailers respected him for that, and liked how he tended the weeping flowers, even with his red right hand, the hand meant for divine vengeance and soul shattering destruction, he was delicate and gentle with the beautiful somber roses that bloomed

[admiral-michova]

So the dnd thing I’m doing currently I’m trying to homebrew a special hellish realm for my character Sigmakan (sig-mah-can) and explain where he came from, he was resurrected due to an act of service in his hell, he served as the hells judge to either guide the wayward soul/s to the depths or to the heavens depending on how he thought, having served his stint he’d be awakened in his grave. Usually judicators are given a randomly manifested weapon by the realm they’re in, Sigmakan however was able to conjure a scythe which is exceptionally special for a few reasons, one it belongs to death, so y’know not easy to conjure and keep it manifested for years on end, and two not many or really ANYONE at all are able to manifest their own special one by choice

*judicators weapons are usually axes swords or pole arms like halberds or billhoks but the fact that sig could make his own and chose it specifically whether by accident or not showed a proficiency in some regards to magic and therefore was able to choose a patron to help hone his skills in it, most judicators will not retain their weapon upon revival and only a shard of it, but Sigmakan got to keep his because he was able to manifest its energy through to the mortal plane by his own will* and the reason a patron chose him was also to study how he worked as a reclaimed soul and to further help sig on his path to bringing justice to the mortal planes.

The way his hell works is mainly by virtue of person/s working off of deeds not words it also depends on your judge and crimes and no there is not one judge at any given moment there are MANY but Sigmakan was different from many of them, he actually earned his revival apart from the others who clawed their way to the top of the realms to get it. This hells judged serve a stunt to prove they can reclaim their souls from their past of wicked deeds a chance given to very few and is often given to those to reclaim lost and wondering souls not out of malice but so they can rest, it’s also given to those proficient in magic that could cause harm unguided, so usually someone between realms would assist them like a patron, working equally with the heavens and underworld

[imagines-by-cleo]

Absolutely losing my mind over this scene from ep 9 in the 03 FMA

[admiral-michova]

THE UCC KNIGHTS ORGANIZATION FILE #4224

KNIGHT HOUSES:

The knights have been an ongoing and ever evolving group of special forces heavy soldiers specialized in melee combat, hand to hand, CQB and rebuilding/stabilization efforts. Most knights belong to a house to follow a lineage or to join specific units and companies. Every culture and world has their own version of knights or knight like warriors and subsequently also poses splinter groups of special forces and sub-divided units that stem from the knight like soldiers. The 24TH’S are the traditional looking image you see when you think of a knight due to most of their forces coming from European cultures or designs. This is not to say other knights could not join or mix into the 24th however they are the most standardized company, consistent quality and the largest of the current divisions in the UCC’S forces and fleets they are earths home guard. Their houses are a check and balance for the insurance of self policing and a way to show clear and defined unity among the different divisions also sometimes clearly defining their current role, for example the steel queen AKA Sletya is from the sword and quill house hold, she is adept at combat and also governmental involvement within her division. Most knights undergo specific training to become individual leaders should their commanding officer and or knight commander go down. This means leadership structure largely follows the concept that the American military does. Some knights are trained mainly as peace keepers and most are trained to be front line spear headers to dig into the enemy line and drive them back, the knight house holds also help to categorize the number, current status, availability and location of knights including their recruiting programs a lot of knight house holds will be sent to delegate broken or destabilized portions of planets and help to create a stable and safe environment, they are soldiers but most of all, they are the peoples soliders

END OF FILE 4224 UCC CATEGORIZATION STANDARD COMPLETE

[admiral-michova]

I have two opposing sides in power in my story so far and I wanna make this dinner scene- so usually how I perceive a high ranking officer in a sci-fi setting being held prisoner in the protagonists hands (if the protags side is the typical good guy do no wrong type that is) they’re treated with relative dignity and decent respect not roughed up or threatened or tortured etc. so I’m gonna draft that here, here is Captain Peter Schrodon and Admiral Michova Pietray

The table has been set, the table cloth is a stark contrast to the regality of the room. The cloth itself is a neat swirl of earthy greens and light hints of sage in its sea of green. Delicate china sits at the behest of whomever wishes to sit in front of it, the table isn’t very long however it is beautifully hewn, dark stained and taken care of for what looks like centuries. The captain saunters around the immaculate display, and he can tell this isn’t a vain attempt at showing off no, rather it’s the genuine etiquette his host has, yes care was put into this setting not only to bring out neutrality but also…show that this is not what some would call “putting on heirs” it’s a beautiful display, but humble nonetheless, the table is large in its width, more likely due to the thought in the captains mind that it was made for large tea gatherings, something he missed from his home world, in fact there was tea china as well on the table. The set matched the table cloth, that deep royal green mixed with its spring sage coloration, a delicate waltz of color, not too busy, not too little…eye catching enough to be noticeable but not to be overwhelming. The silverware was another sight and it looked familiar, could it be? It was from his office and his coat too…it sat on the seat of his chair it was folded stark neat and could that be? It was recently washed too…and warm

“Captain! You found the setting I take it?”

The admiral waltzed into the room wringing his hands with a towel after having washed up, he stood in a pair of muted brown dress pants, his oxfords tied neatly and a nice muted white thermal shirt, his hair neatly brushed and washed just a few hours ago

“Y-yes I have…I am still confused as to-“

“My intentions Captain I understand. What is dinner not customary to you?”

“Well it is?”

The captain had to stifle a small laugh at the thought, and was trying to find the words that hung so loosely in the air

“However admiral-“

Michova stoped the captain mid sentence with a hand in the air and a slight frown

“Mr schrodon- if I may address you that way?”

“Yes that is fine”

“Mr schrodon we are here-“

“You are here-“

“WE are here…to talk about the affairs of our situation, not to be enemies…and from the looks of it Mr schrodon, it seems you would have guessed this treatment a myth, perhaps due to your own mislead mind, or mistreatment on your own home ground?”

The captain fidgeted with the cuffs of his sleeves clumsily, Michova was right and he knew it

“You…are right on both assumptions- um Mr?”

“If you wouldn’t mind, Michova will do fine.”

“Michova…you’re correct sadly.”

The admiral set the small hand towel down on the back of a chair and walked around the table for a moment.

“I was afraid so…”

“May I ask, why are we not in uniform for this?”

“Great question…I didn’t care enough to redo my tie this morning!”

The two share a small moment of laughter, it was genuine and enjoyable, it was surprisingly comforting for them both

“No, in all seriousness Mr schrodon I felt as if it would be out of place to have our ranks be the defining factor for this particular part of our night, you see I know all of what we’re doing is confusing you…that if the roles were reversed?”

“You would be in my brig with minimal care…”

“Exactly…and I would enjoy nothing more than showing you that our uniforms don’t define us…that we are truly equals Mr schrodon, that the only filth on this ship? Is in the kitchen sink where dishes were used. Come to think of it…what is with your original comments about-“

The captain hung his head and sighed, it wasn’t one of attitude or annoyance but one of guilt

“It came from what the fringe called the circles of sin…where your well off and easily supplied colony rings sat…me and many of the planets around my own were convinced it was because we are a minority, that we were neglected and so…”

“Hate was used to fuel your hearts?”

“Yes…”

“Is there anything at all-“

The admiral walked around and pulled out the captains chair, then his own and sat

“That you can tell me about your journey here?”

“C-can we?”

The admiral listened with genuine intent and gave a small hand gesture to urge the Captain to continue

“I don’t mean to be a bother however Michova could we eat a little first? After all I imagine you aren’t exactly lean and tired looking for a reason, unlike me you have had access to decent food.”

“All of our citizens, and soldiers do I’ve seen to it that no soul on this ship or any in our fleets goes hungry or thirsty, no soul…not even prisoners, so yes of course we can dine a little first! I take no issue with that…however-“

The admiral leans forward in his chair just enough for the glare in his monocle implant to glow onto the table cloth and china

“I want truth Mr schrodon, no dancing around issues or questions so I must confess something to you, unlike my body? My patience is thin.”

“Understood.”

The two of them sit down in their chairs, across from one another, a helping hand given from a room connected to the one they’re in currently sends out a few serving carts of food, the captain attempted to serve himself but was stopped

“H-had I..had I done something wrong?”

“Yes…you act like you aren’t a guest! Hold on a moment let me help you with that!”

The admiral had stood quickly and helped to serve the dishes to the table, a rich and steaming soup, incredibly high quality cuts of meat, a still warm springy loaf of bread, gravy and rolls bubbling pots of stew, bar cake and small cookies, but one dish in particular caught the eye and nose of the captain

“Is I-is that Shepards pie? And…potato soup gnocchi?”

The admiral smiled, having grown up around amazing cooks and having the women in his family teach him a valuable lesson, the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and the captain left a journal with his hearts diaries, luckily for the admiral Captain Schrodon had much of the same taste in food, hardy hot filling meals, dishes that stick to your bones and leave you needing a nap after

“It is, and luckily for us both it seems we have the same, or similar that is, taste in food!”

“It’s…it’s even-“

“Lamb, I do like the version made with beef but the lamb is better”

“…why”

“Oh I think it’s a better fla-“

“Why go through all this effort?! IM A WAR CRIMINAL FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY I AM TRASH-“

The captain fell to his knees after trying to stand, he became wracked with dizziness, crushing weight fell onto his chest and he couldn’t breathe, michova didn’t skip a single moment he twisted out of his seat and fell to the captains side

“Ice NOW! GET WATER AND A TOWEL TOO!”

“I can’t- I- home…mother I want…”

A bucket of ice and a glass of water met the admirals side, he needed to bring the captain back to his senses and began to dip the cloth into the cold water, he placed the cool damp towel on the captains head and started dabbing at the beads of sweat, carefully trying to keep him upright, the admiral ran his knuckles over the captain’s sternum and spoke

“…all of us have blood on our hands captain, me included”

“I, but what have-“

“Nows the time to figure out what to do next, and what’s next is for you to help me out here, can you do that?”

“I th-think so why are you so-“

“You were never taught that your enemy might actually hold value in a life like we actually do…only to hate. This is what the UCC was created to stomp out…but we won’t use hate to do that”

The admiral brings Captain schrodon to his feet and pulls out his chair, the captain sits down and recomposes himself before speaking again

“I don’t understand…”

“Good-“

The admiral had said while reaching for a small rocks glass from the cart wheeled beside him

“I don’t need you to understand I only need you to comply, now that sounds worse than it actually is I’m sure”

“Yes, yes it does”

“Okay I’ll try again…what don’t you understand?”

“Everything, not even just you bud even your men and women I have fired upon…they look me in the eye and greet me with reverence, with the same dignity you’ve given unto me…how is it that EVEN THEM?! Cannot seem to hold me in cruelty after what I’ve done?!”

“Hmm…”

The admiral sipped from his glass, his blue lit eye implant turning the dark brownish red liquid into an odd yellowing amber coloration

“That’s a great question…here’s why Mr-“

“Peter is fine…continue please”

“Peter, the reason being for that? It’s simple you’re human, just as they are just as me…there is no superior race we bleed the same. With that being said they understand something our armies didn’t years ago…truth be told the 3rd civil conflict of earths nation known as America? It never really ended, kind of just…took a nap if you will. When I was younger I saw the rebuilding process afterwards and let me tell you Peter it was a PHENOMENAL effort to destroy one another…and cruelty, malice? Only humanity knows malice we’re the architects of it…a book I read once had said any animal can be mean but it takes being human…to be malicious”

“What is your point?”

“Right…in the cruelty of that 3rd civil conflict, men and women brothers and sisters mothers and fathers had shown each other perfect hatred…and it wiped out a decent portion of infrastructure…what being cruel did was only spark more cruelty- a machine-“

He sipped again, letting the liquid warm him from chest to toes

“A machine with gears greased in the blood and tears of generations…some of my own lost in it…truthfully earth is still doing its best to make things right…Texas Florida and I believe Nevada? Are still trying to duke it out with California…I’m off topic the point is Peter cruelty will only breed cruelty and you have sins of your own yes but we all do…the UCC was born from our past sins and even it isn’t all that squeaky clean in its infancy, that I can promise you”

The admiral looks longingly, off onto a wall with pictures scattered all over it, and he sighs

“Is…is there something wrong Admiral?”

“Yes but it is not your burden…”

The admiral begins to eat while the food is still warm, napkin in his lap elbows off the table, neatly and slowly enjoying his meal, but the captain can’t help his curiosity

“Michova…the only burden I see is my ignorance…”

The admiral sighs, an undertone of growl in it leaks out into the air as if he’s perturbed, but not with Peter

“…the UCC had committed various acts of atrocities, similar to your own intact…after all? How do you think we figured out almost full body prosthesis?”

The admiral looks at his plate and remembers he’d missed a step

“Michova you are not your governments sins…”

“Yes I am. And it was the first of many acts in my reinstatement to publicize the situation…those pictures are all the families touched by the black sites on moons and stations…this government is built on transparency and truth…what admiral would I be if I hadn’t spoke about the acts in truth?”

“What about-“

“I blew a whistle…I did no participate in the acts in fact multiple leaders in high positions of power have been redeployed to prison cells…and some-“

The admiral puts his elbows onto the table and puts his hands together, he leans his head into them onto the bridge of his nose, and breathes deeply

“Let’s say they’ve gone for a space walk as per the votes from higher councils.”

Peter can notice a small necklace around the admirals neck, it hangs loose enough to where the first few buttons would sit on a polo shirt, it’s a small circular pendant with a neatly Kept chain, and from where Peter sits he could make out a name “Christopher” and so he asks the admiral about it

“Michova? Are you a god faring man?”

“…admittedly yes, it’s a saint Christopher, why do you ask?”

“Do you say grace where you are from?”

The admiral smiled warmly, and nodded his head

“I imagine you’d like to join in a quick prayer?”

“I would yes…it’d feel rude if I don’t”

“Let us bow our heads”

The room felt familiar to the captain, it was liminal to him almost like a parodied dream…but it was comfortable? There was a hint of vanilla and lavender in the air, the candle light in a dim room was a comfort he’d known at home when the rare times he was able to see dinner shows with his mother…and he missed her for some reason something in the room made it feel as if she was still there, perhaps it was the admirals stern yet inviting cadence of speech? Yes that could be it, not that he finds the admiral womanly…but a twisted sense of comfort came when michova helped him back into his chair after the panic that had befallen him, the care and effort put into the meals before them, and jovial like his father, Peter missed his father too…

“Amen-“

“Amen…thank you michova”

“For what?”

Peter gestured to the rest of the table and around them

“Oh? This? You should see our officer galas or celebrations ball! This is lackluster at worst and humble at best”

“How did you know-“

Peter takes a quick spoonful of the soup and a large chunk from his plate of Shepards pie before realizing his manners were absent, he swallowed his food quickly and wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin at his side

“Forgive me- I haven’t eaten much but stale rations and possibly unfiltered water for months- how did you know I liked this food?”

“I cannot lie to you…I knew because of this-“

The admiral slid a small leather bound journal across the table to Peter

“I must say? When we looked into your quarters there was quite the selection of music too?”

“Y-you?”

“Hold on a moment please? It is standard to search withheld vessels top to bottom…that is the only thing from your personal quarters missing I assure you…I figured you’d want it back?”

“…thank you and forgive my suspicions I’m not- accustomed to being treated with any respect whatsoever…hell dare I say my own crew didn’t respect me, and if they did it didn’t show…I think I really understand what you mean by cruelty breeds cruelty admiral…”

“It’s not just respect, it’s kindness-“

“But how have you forgiven-“

“Forgiveness, and kindness are two different values in concept, yes they go hand and hand…but they are different”

The two had been eating for quite some time and chatting together, time hadn’t ground to a halt but it had melded into a warped and twisted concept of itself, for all they know it had been hours since one of them last spoke

“Ad-michova…”

“Hm? Yes?”

“…do you ever miss home?”

The admiral stopped entirely, almost as if he were a video someone had hit pause on, his monocular implant whirred and the blue light had dulled, michova pulled out an old school wallet from his back pocket and opened it to see pictures that unfolded to about twelve panels

“I do…a lot-“

The admiral took a picture out of one panel and slid it to Peter

“That’s me…and my father. See he was part of a medical team that…helped to clean up after the third civil conflict. We helped to rebuild a LOT of our ruined nations states and cities, I was with him to help hewn wood and build small camps before larger clean up crews could come in to give the proper aid…”

Peter looked at the picture, large splitting axe in the young Michovas hand, father sat next to him ruffling his hair, a larger man, deep barrel chest a wide torso and broad shoulders. Peter held the picture up to Michova he could see it in his eye, a deep greyish steely blue, his jaw to his neck and shoulders…broad and hard set, stern eyes, there was a picture of his mother too, and Peter could really see the resemblance

“She was a uh…she was a zoning agent…they wanted to flatten the country side that was left and she fought for it to be a natural looking area? Little did we know she’d reinstate a new green standard for our state! Well she started the movement I mean…I miss them both…I hope I’m making them proud…”

“Are they passed on?”

“Thankfully no! I just haven’t been home in a while…they were thankful to get the same treatment I did when I joined into the officer ranks, it helps to give your body better support for a much longer life expectancy, most if not all of the population on earth goes through that procedure damn near at birth”

“How much longer do you live on?”

“I’d say…the longest we’d seen a prime candidate with the healthiest they could be? 176 years old”

“…h-how old are you?”

“Well…I’m 38 years old”

“…you look 20?!”

“Thank you!”

“Is this why you saw the clean up effort? I was wondering how since you look and move so young?”

“It is…speaking of conflict…I hate to move this along but could you tell me why you were sent ahead to do what you did?”

The captain sipped some tea that was brought out for dinner, it was still warm and inviting comforting him from chest to boots

“You see…remember how you figured I was a pawn sent to establish how big your force is? That’s it really…I was a forward scout carrier and that’s why my men don’t respect me…they knew what this meant…we are beach softeners michova, expendable dregs to be thrown at a problem to determine how big that problem is…and let me say the NOCT party is much more equipped than you may believe, they want earth to bow down to seize large portions of control…I surrendered because I knew if I went back with no fighters, prisoners, and casualties staggering in numbers?”

Peter looked at the flickering candles on the table and remembered how fires roared in his home town, he doesn’t just miss home he misses home before the occupation of the NOCT party, he misses home when it was care free childhood and not marching boots and shouted orders

“They’d have my head on a stick michova…”

“Is that also why you have a partially disassembled phase way in your hold?”

“That? Was unbeknownst to me…and whether or not you choose to believe me is up to you, however like I had stated this is the first I’m hearing of this, hell you have a saying that goes as what was it? Im the “FNG” what is it again?”

“Ah! The fucking new guy! So you mean to tell me you haven’t been captain for long?”

“Correct I haven’t…and you can scrap my caripace and epilates…I won’t be going back”

“Why not?”

“It won’t be sustainable michova…that government will eat itself alive not only that? So long as there’s an enemy we thrive! But that’s the problem…”

“If I’m understanding correctly? You’re saying the NOCT will thrive too well, to function?”

“Ignorance is the best weapon in a fool’s arsenal admiral…and it’s the most dangerous of them, the fools ignorant to life around them…and the value it holds. This is why I fear your military, you care about the life around you, the lives of the civilians and soldiers on either side…I fear this? Because I wanted to be right…because if I was right then I know my actions would be just…ignorance is the greatest weapon in a fool’s arsenal, and I took hold of that weapon like it was second nature.”

Michova moves around and starts collecting plate and silverware, stacking it neatly and organizing it all accordingly

“Michova they will all thrive so well? There won’t be an enemy left…”

“And that means they’ll turn on each other…usually governments like that already have the seeds of corruption sowed in them at their birth as well”

“CORRECT! THIS- I…I shouldn’t have even made captian?! I’m not pure blooded chromgam?! My mother is an off worlder…and the only ones who protected her and cared for her were me and father…I hope she is safe”

The admiral waves a hand to a door with a window, someone with a serving cart rolls out to his side and off loads a large decanter, biscotti, coffee, more tea and a large wooden box, a small bucket of ice sits on the bottom tray, and two rocks glasses are set on the table, the dishes and silverware are taken to be cleaned and the two are alone again…Michova scoops ice into a glass and sets in front of Peter, and pours his drink

“This, Peter is the darkest rum in my collection, that I only ONLY save, for folks that can actually use their brain…and I see that in you”

“It’s just self preservation, I surrendered-“

“Not just that…you realized how inept your powers that may be are…which means they didn’t break you, that means there’s hope…”

“Where is this from?”

“Mars has a weird way of growing certain crops, rum is typically made from sugar cane…it’s borderline black a deep purple, that’s because of a rare mutation of sugar cane that they grow that feeds on the UV light and radiation, the process is immensely expensive and largely for gimmicks, however it’s smooth, it’s elegant and I love the decanter it came in”

“It is beautiful…michova may I- no that would be reaching…”

“What is it Peter?”

“May I write home?”

The admiral undid his hair to let it fall to his shoulders, it bounced and stopped at just bellow them, he looked deep in thought and completely lost all at once

“Captain we could do more than have you write home…we can bring you home”

The captain choked on his drink and it almost left his nose in surprise

“EXC-excuse me what?!”

“Well…where’s your home planet?”

The admiral pressed a button on the underside of the table and a massive cyan green wall of holovid info lit up to the right of the admiral

“I don’t understand-“

“Again…I don’t need your understanding I only need your compliance”

The admiral stepped to the table and leaned forward closer to the captain

“Can you, do that?”

“Y-yes…what will-“

“Your family will be safe…however if your home is still occupied? You have bike field advantage I don’t. So I need to know EVERYTHING I can.”

“Th-this is a complete leap from earlier admiral im-“

“That’s the point, good you can keep up! Usually this just messes with people…I guess I have to tone it down now, I see you can actually comprehend the switch up…Peter we have to make a move somewhere and my best guess from any information I’ve been given so far? Which is more than you think…we need to cut off sections from the occupied territories, this steak is much too large to eat in one bite and I have to cut it up for the rest of my forces to dig in. Figured I’d do you a favor and free your people from their open air prison…and if it’s the planet you say it is? It’s the closest of them from the fringe which means-“

“You can chart a phase way path to get there quicker!”

“Exactly. But first we have to actually accurately establish who we’re fighting…sadly.”

“Which means, the inner ring convention?”

“Right…you will stand as one of our prisoners, and there will be no shortage of honesty I imagine?”

“Correct. But why?”

“When your forces attacked I heard some of our own experimental tech has been boot legged, and that a few “mysterious objects landed on earth and people went missing ever since” last I checked extraterrestrial contact has been peaceful and consensual…my guess is there are a few hidden forces in or on earth running around…the first attack was no declaration of war…the last few that commenced however? Were.”

“Then you’ve been given the go ahead as long as the inner ring sees it fit?”

“That’s right…”

“This means war doesn’t it?”

“I’m afraid so.”

The vid screen flashes statistics and information for the captains planet, he watched this while a door quietly opened and the vice admiral marched in, Peter noticed and gave a salute while the vice admiral returned the gesture

“Admiral, Captain…i believe this is yours admiral?”

“Thank you John, as you were!”

A wrist cuff, card, and small gauged needle sit in an opaque blue box in the admirals hands

“Captain I regret to inform you, however-“

Peter held out his right wrist, his eyes meeting the admirals good eye, no falter no fighting no protest

“I understand”

The admiral nods, he puts on gloves laid in the bottom of the box, breaks open the small plastic casing the card was in, slides it into a slot on the wrist device, and closes the slot. The admiral swabs peters arm with an alcohol pad, and draws a small amount of blood, it is inserted into a port on the wrist device and it beeps, etchings begin to show on the card and an ID is formed, it is then locked onto the captain’s wrist

“That’s your prisoner ID your genetic makeup and proof of person/s. Thank you Peter, i appreciate your willingness to contribute to our efforts, I can’t promise you’ll have a lighter sentencing however.”

“And I wouldn’t ask for one, it wouldn’t be right.”

The admiral places his bad arm on the captains shoulder, gives him a small shake and smiles

“The integrity of a humbled man grows with every passing mistake…I have something for you in that case”

The admiral reaches to his right pants pocket and retrieves a small pendant, the pendant of the 24th heavy fleet…it’s not exactly the pendant itself but who it came from that surprises the captain

“Thank you admiral…no amount of thanks can give you the truest words of my appreciation”

“I don’t need them, I know you’re grateful. It is late and you have work to do in the next few hours, organizing the parts of your ship and men to delegate tasks to for labor, all will be compensated accordingly to their work load and none treated unfairly, may your resolve be steel captain.”

The admiral salutes the captain, and Peter returns the gesture, a new respect found for the admiral welled inside the captains mind, and Peter wished he could one day be like the admiral too~

[courtmartialme]

and you're the one i can't live without💞💐

(it's a redraw of a redraw! originals under the cut ^__^)

first redraw is from 2020 :] the original is from a studio bones artists' exhibition iirc! this time i wanted to give riza an outfit i like personally instead of drawing the same as the original ^__^

[admiral-michova]

After what those two have been through? It’s a well deserved happy ending

[marycrispies]

The comic I did for @fmatriozine !! I hope you like it! 😍

Leftover sales are currently open until April 1st! If you love FMA you can't possibly miss this, go check them out!! 😍

When I drew this I thought Al was still taller than him, but after re-reading the manga, it turns out Ed surpassed him!! I was so shocked, I forgot that detail 😂 He's still a shrimp in my heart 🤣

[admiral-michova]

“I did not become hells jailer just to sit idly in my new waking moments…”

“A-and what WHAT DOES THE LAW SAY-“

“LAW! HA-“

Sigmakan laughed in the man’s face

“YOU FORGET DO YOU NOT?!”

Sigmakan begins his scythes down swing and stops inches above the man’s clavicle

“F-forget what exactly?”

“That law and justice?”

Sigmakan changes the grip on his scythe bringing his right palm choked up further onto the handle, lowering his left hand further down, quickly twisting the scythe so the head faced away from the man, Sigmakan then hit the man’s left knee and he fell, before falling Sigmakan twisted the scythe again and the man’s neck fell onto its blade, his head rolled off and his body fell but he was not dead

“Are two different things…your head will be saved to see the horrors of the under realms…and your body? Will be frozen in the furthest circle down, you’ve broken families apart, thus you’ll be split from yourself for eternity, my name is Sigmakan and you’ve been served”

[admiral-michova]

CHARACTER MADE IN HERO FORGE, DND CHARACTER: Sigmakan

He stands not much taller than five feet and nine inches of hellbound justice, Sigmakan served his stint for the under realms judicator, his eyes burn with a mix of fiendish and divine justice, his face is a whole other story however. He is the definition of painfully humbled…thrown into the pit at his death to be judged but given second chance…the heavens have problems just as the same as the mortal plane does, and if that’s the case this follows the under realms too. Sigmakan was never his name originally, it was Conrad techt, Sigmakan is the name of the hells judge and jailer, in his waiting for judgement he was approached by a patron who sat between the realms of judgement inbetween the folds of the heavens and hells, his patron gave him the test to fight his way through the lesser fiends and return lost souls to their kingdoms of judgement…his scared face was the result of an indirect action Sigmakan had made in his mortal life, his action of petty theft after acting like a hard and tough street thug costed a woman her beauty and her life, and it was said in his contract to serve for hells judicator that sig could once again live however, his face would one day gain the same scar that will never heal, close, or numb…he forever feels the thrumming burning pain his indirect victim had felt, there is rumor that one day her soul may forgive sig and his face will return to normal. Until then he is scarred and in constant pain as his payment. Having served his time he was risen again! Clawing his way from the pine box and grave Sigmakan was laid into, his tool of judgment found his hands…a scythe burning with the energy of justice and retribution, it will never dull, it will never break, and it will never betray Sigmakan, his eyes still burn with their intensity, and his right hand was an onyx black bone that burned red hot, the hand of divine vengeance and the eyes of penance paved a way to his freedom, Sigmakan walks free to see judgment another day

[admiral-michova]

FILE: #4224

PROFILE: service related background

DESC. SUBJECT: -(relationship)-

Call sign “STEEL QUEEN” aka Sletya and the admiral, both having met years prior in the Admirals infancy stage of his instated service after passing junior selection. The UCC had been fighting off smaller pockets of resistance at this point in time, planets worlds and colonies defying the rights of their citizens and becoming either detrimental to the UCC’S existence or actively seeking aggression against the UCC unprompted. Sletya had come from a frigid harsh world known as marona prime, a planet wrapped in brutal civil war, most of the population consisting of serfs or peasant like citizens, when the planet had originally declared its secession the UCC had no issue, up until it had previously stated become hostile unprovoked. When the Admiral had touched down on the fields of Sletyas village he found himself in the midst of hordes and hordes of angry citizens. Previous contact had been established before this moment and he’s been given the all clear to land, this was the chance to test his metal and prove his work as admiral. The crowd had grown restless, and began to encroach on the admiral, michova held his ground and forced his guards to keep muzzles down and safety’s on, one woman stepped from the midst of this parting sea of people, right arm in a sling and a hand axe in her left hand. She spoke a broken mix of polish Russian, and the admiral had bent knee, drew his cap of his head and responded in the same language, Sletya had planted her axe in the snow beside her, marched to the man before her, and outstretched her good hand, from then on the two were inseparable, some mutual respect had been found in their brief moment and Sletya could tell, he was not here to control…but to redeem her village and home of its capture, to help her break chains and tear down their lords of the land