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Sudazima moved page Fiction Dies Irae to Novella Dies Irae

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-Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. [[Bio_Marius_Andromedeus_XVI|Ulric]] could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.
+Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. [[Bio_Marius_Andromedeus_XIV|Ulric]] could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.
 Faces became sparks and fireballs and blooming incandescent shapes boiling past him, visions in energy and light. Scenes of destruction, scenes of tragedy, as if the whole war had been made incarnate - a theater inferno to play out the brutal history of his life...
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 Anaeus folded his arms indignantly ''"we are in for a rough ride with such a paradigm of morality at our helm, no doubt. Come. We must leave at once for Antares."''
-As the suspended bulk of the [[Ship_Cruiser_AISN_Dawnstar|Dawn Star]] receded behind them, Ulric looked out upon the luminescent world of Lobos for the last time. Ulric was no more. From this day forth he was Marius Lucan Andromedues XVI, emperor of Antares, Grand-Legate of the [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|Imperial Navy]].
+As the suspended bulk of the [[Ship_Cruiser_AISN_Dawnstar|Dawn Star]] receded behind them, Ulric looked out upon the luminescent world of Lobos for the last time. Ulric was no more. From this day forth he was Marius Lucan Andromedues XIV, emperor of Antares, Grand-Legate of the [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|Imperial Navy]].
 Although the [[Nation_AF_Antarean_Federation|federation]] didn't know it yet, it was about to become an [[Nation_AE_Antarean_Star_Empire|empire]] again.

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 Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. [[Bio_Marius_Andromedeus_XVI|Ulric]] could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.
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 Because in his heart he ''was'' the firestorm.

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 He had reveled in those days. There was nothing to trouble him but the rush of combat and the thrill of war. He had hidden from the heavy fate which hung over him for almost ten years - but he had never forgotten it.
-He was not other men. He was not even himself. He had been living as Ulric Tovengard. Pilot, captain, commander, warrior. The friends he had made and lost and the things he had seen had hardened him into the Antarean Empire's greatest commander. The battle of Halifax had seen him return to Laguna a hero throughout the empire. From that moment he was chaff on the breeze of history. Borne along with such violence that he could never return to the life of a simple soldier, to the city of Seca on the grassy shores of his beautiful adopted homeworld, to Ilia and their apartment over the bay...
+He was not other men. He was not even himself. He had been living as Ulric Tovengard. Pilot, captain, commander, warrior. The friends he had made and lost and the things he had seen had hardened him into the Antarean Empire's greatest commander. The battle of Halifax had seen him return to [[Planet_Lobos|Lobos]] a hero throughout the empire. From that moment he was chaff on the breeze of history. Borne along with such violence that he could never return to the life of a simple soldier, to the city of Seca on the grassy shores of his beautiful adopted homeworld, to Ilia and their apartment over the bay...
 He screwed his emotions into a tight black ball and pushed them to the bottom of his soul. There was the work of gods to be done. ''"I'll not discredit you, Anaeus. I'll be your damned emperor, and the whole league will shake with my name."'' he realized that his right fist was clenched hard.
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 Anaeus folded his arms indignantly ''"we are in for a rough ride with such a paradigm of morality at our helm, no doubt. Come. We must leave at once for Antares."''
-As the suspended bulk of the [[Ship_Cruiser_AISN_Dawnstar|Dawn Star]] receded behind them, Ulric looked out upon the luminescent world of Laguna for the last time. Ulric was no more. From this day forth he was Marius Lucan Andromedues XVI, emperor of Antares, Grand-Legate of the [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|Imperial Navy]].
+As the suspended bulk of the [[Ship_Cruiser_AISN_Dawnstar|Dawn Star]] receded behind them, Ulric looked out upon the luminescent world of Lobos for the last time. Ulric was no more. From this day forth he was Marius Lucan Andromedues XVI, emperor of Antares, Grand-Legate of the [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|Imperial Navy]].
 Although the [[Nation_AF_Antarean_Federation|federation]] didn't know it yet, it was about to become an [[Nation_AE_Antarean_Star_Empire|empire]] again.

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-Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. Ulric could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.
+Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. [[Bio_Marius_Andromedeus_XVI|Ulric]] could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.
 Faces became sparks and fireballs and blooming incandescent shapes boiling past him, visions in energy and light. Scenes of destruction, scenes of tragedy, as if the whole war had been made incarnate - a theater inferno to play out the brutal history of his life...
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 Seated congregation-like at benches and pews from the distant far end to the front of the hall were a multitude of people. It seemed at once strange yet obvious that as he looked upon each one, no matter how distant, he could perceive their faces as if they were at his side. And like the inferno, dead or alive they were all here.
-At the back, his mother. The traditional white locks of clan Andromedeus falling about her shoulders, the black veil hiding her features from view. His foster-sister, still bearing the marks on her face of the wrath of the Keepers. MaKi Chui-soi, the huge silent Solesian warrior who had been his personal instructor and confidant of clan Andromedeus until the day he took a splinter-dart through the shoulder blades that had been meant for Bellmont himself. And Ilia, the sweet rivers of her red hair framing her pale skin and eyes that were the very mirrors of her beautiful green homeworld where they had first met...
+At the back, his mother. The traditional white locks of clan Andromedeus falling about her shoulders, the black veil hiding her features from view. His foster-sister, still bearing the marks on her face of the wrath of the Keepers. MaKi Chui-soi, the huge silent [[Nation_Sol_Solesian_Hegemony|Solesian warrior]] who had been his personal instructor and confidant of clan Andromedeus until the day he took a splinter-dart through the shoulder blades that had been meant for Bellmont himself. And Ilia, the sweet rivers of her red hair framing her pale skin and eyes that were the very mirrors of her beautiful [[Planet_Laguna|green homeworld]] where they had first met...
-The procession of faces went on. Past lovers. Friends, comrades at arms, Rino Svet, the impossibly young pilot who had sacrificed himself diving into the bridge of a destroyer that his squadron might escape. Diarmid McIver with his radiation-scarred features... generals, admirals, ensigns.... Ulric began to realize that there were far more people to look upon than the hall could hold. As his eyes searched he found people he'd never met, and yet instinctively knew their names and the stories of their lives. Aran Mig, the farmer from Drydoon who'd been traveling home from the MonMarten tradefair and seen from afar the blossoming energy of gunfire from his ranch and known that instant that his family were dead - Kitha Gregor, a nurse from the 21st Treadway Station, tears running down her cheeks as she'd tended the radiation burns of teenage boys calling themselves fighter pilots...
+The procession of faces went on. Past lovers. Friends, comrades at arms, Rino Svet, the impossibly young pilot who had sacrificed himself diving into the bridge of a destroyer that his squadron might escape. Diarmid McIver with his radiation-scarred features... generals, admirals, ensigns.... Ulric began to realize that there were far more people to look upon than the hall could hold. As his eyes searched he found people he'd never met, and yet instinctively knew their names and the stories of their lives. Aran Mig, the farmer from [[System_Fellbarr_Drydoon|Drydoon]] who'd been traveling home from the MonMarten tradefair and seen from afar the blossoming energy of gunfire from his ranch and known that instant that his family were dead - Kitha Gregor, a nurse from the 21st Treadway Station, tears running down her cheeks as she'd tended the radiation burns of teenage boys calling themselves fighter pilots...
 Although he could perceive all these details in sharp focus, his eyes roved about the crowd ever quicker, growing aware of an expectation in them all, a need for him to do something, to complete something...
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 Ulric took the captain's seat behind the desk, and the two robed men sat down also. ''"Yes. I suspected it might be soon."'' Anaeus leaned forward, hands on the desk - ''"what are your intentions, Marius? You know the double destiny we hold over you... if you would be emperor then the time is now. If you have not yet tired of your childish games of hide and seek..."'' the silence formed the required images of swift flashing pain...
-Ulric sighed and closed his eyes. He was not afraid to die, but he was not enamored of the task that lay ahead. For years he had lived with this schism. His loyalty to his family was paramount, to Antares, unquestionable. But the years of training, education and preparation had soured him against his destiny as they would have any young boy being taught against his will and he had eventually simply fled with only his trusted companion Reus, formerly Gustavus Reus Haitius, son of the infamous general Atrus Haitius of Ixion. Together they had enlisted as regular crew and lost themselves in the Antarean war machine.
+Ulric sighed and closed his eyes. He was not afraid to die, but he was not enamored of the task that lay ahead. For years he had lived with this schism. His loyalty to his family was paramount, to [[Planet_Antares_Prime|Antares]], unquestionable. But the years of training, education and preparation had soured him against his destiny as they would have any young boy being taught against his will and he had eventually simply fled with only his trusted companion Reus, formerly Gustavus Reus Haitius, son of the infamous general [[Bio_Atrus_Haitius|Atrus Haitius]] of [[System_Antarean_Ixion|Ixion]]. Together they had enlisted as regular crew and lost themselves in the Antarean war machine.
 He had reveled in those days. There was nothing to trouble him but the rush of combat and the thrill of war. He had hidden from the heavy fate which hung over him for almost ten years - but he had never forgotten it.
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 Anaeus folded his arms indignantly ''"we are in for a rough ride with such a paradigm of morality at our helm, no doubt. Come. We must leave at once for Antares."''
-As the suspended bulk of the Dawn Star receded behind them, Ulric looked out upon the luminescent world of Laguna for the last time. Ulric was no more. From this day forth he was Marius Lucan Andromedues XVI, emperor of Antares, Grand-Legate of the Imperial Navy.
+As the suspended bulk of the [[Ship_Cruiser_AISN_Dawnstar|Dawn Star]] receded behind them, Ulric looked out upon the luminescent world of Laguna for the last time. Ulric was no more. From this day forth he was Marius Lucan Andromedues XVI, emperor of Antares, Grand-Legate of the [[Misc_Antarean_Imperial_Space_Navy|Imperial Navy]].
-Although the federation didn't know it yet, it was about to become an empire again.
+Although the [[Nation_AF_Antarean_Federation|federation]] didn't know it yet, it was about to become an [[Nation_AE_Antarean_Star_Empire|empire]] again.
 There were battles to be fought and blood to be shed, grudges to avenge and retribution to be sought. A smile grew upon his face as he relished the conflict to come. For all his talk of peace, he was a warrior, and had just been given the ultimate weapon - power.
 In many years he would look back upon himself on this day and curse himself for how he felt, cry shame upon himself for his bloodlust and his vengeance.
 Because in his heart he ''was'' the firestorm.

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 Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. Ulric could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.
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 Because in his heart he ''was'' the firestorm.

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	Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. Ulric could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.		Fire in space flows like water. It laps and curls and licks in all directions, consuming whatever substance it can in the brief ecstasy of ignition before whipping out of existence leaving a thin fug of carbonized nebula. Ulric could see all his ancestors in the heart of the firestorm, every one of them for an instant eternity as the furnace-flower grew and spiraled.