>> Syndicate (group)
It’s chaos, colorful, disorganized, caring chaos, it’s hands on your shoulder or arms dragging you in closer, asking if you’re okay, if you’re doing alight, and meaning it. It’s arguments that don’t end in fistfights but play wrestling, voices singing loud and impassioned to music coming from someone else’s room, open doors and open smiles, hearts worn proudly on sleeves like there’s nothing to be afraid of by showing what you care about. While usually for hire through the proper official channels, many Syndicate members have been known to help out pro bono in a tight pinch, so, if hard pressed and backed into a corner out in the wider cosmos, keep your eyes or other seeing sensory organs peeled for the distinctive jackets with their red collars, something that’s earned Syndicate members the rather affectionate nickname of ‘tsvuka,’ or, in imperial standard, ‘redneck.'
MEMBERS
- "Ozzi"sosteon
--> From Osseus. Skeleton(?) thing... They honestly intimidate me, but they can be nice. Live laugh give people tryphobia. Crazy, probably. Orange eyes that disappear sometimes, can remove head, silly. Trying to get Techno to rename the mail center the, "Ozzisosteon Ozzporium", which nobody wants. - Technoblade
--> The fearsome leader of the terrifying Syndicate that cried when we invited him to our wedding and then he cried at the wedding too. At HQ, it is (jokingly) believed that Techno’s just some vivid group hallucination. There’s this crazy long list of theories pinned up in the hall that people keep adding to that proves that he isn’t real. - Philza
--> A partial crow that is Technoblade's right hand man. Fights stealthily, but loves fatherly. - Majabi.
--> Absentminded, she’d be easy to take advantage of and convince of things that never happened. - Bephion
--> Dexterous, they’d be dangerous with a dagger so you should strike first before they can. - Ellov
--> Effable, eager to please, learn how to make him laugh and he’ll be a good lackey, dull witted and easily manipulated.
>> Apidae
C class planet orbiting around Kisen, main sequence star with a projected one point two million years of regular solar output left, part of the Makhasi system, third largest in the Sivem Quadrant, conquered approximately on stardate eighty nine of the Imperial year two thousand and twenty one, currently serves as the main manufacturing hub for all Starfleet cruisers frigate class and larger, no direct forced labor, but there is a very aggressive system of institutionalized career placement that does not encourage much deviation from jobs which do not benefit the shipyards. Apidae is hot but blessedly dry, insects singing loud in the afternoon sun while they tromp through the long grasses, painfully bright blue sky stretching wide overhead. According to the Declassified Galactic Survival Guide, " There are imperial shipyards scattered across the galaxy, but none compare to the ones on Apidae, which, rotation after rotation, produce some of the finest examples of what modern construction is capable of, creating the outstanding and deadly flagships for every currently active Sunfleet squadron along with any personal craft for the emperor. The craftsmanship in the Apidae shipyards cannot be accredited to the imperial foremen that oversee the sights, and though Nirox may try to argue that it is by their hand that greatness is exuded, it’s rather due entirely to the facilities being staffed fully with the fatalistically hardworking and dedicated locals of Apidae, the Mellifera. A heavily close knit and family-oriented group, the Mellifera thrive off teamwork and striving towards a communal goal, thus making them ideal engineers and builders which the Sun Empire was more than ecstatic to stumble upon during the height of their expansion, quickly capitalizing on it once they realized that the Mellifera turn out some of the most perfect engineering work to ever grace the skies. "
— Avelare (village): All extensive rolling prairie and verdant forests, and it's settled back into a huge sloping hill, draped over the land like a comfortable blanket, houses half built into the hillside with mismatched brick chimneys poking out of the earth. Brightly colored doors and hexagonal windows pepper the earth toned walls, ivy and other climbing vines wrapped around window sills, so many flowers spilling out of planter boxes and clustered in beautiful gardens.
- It’s not a huge hill, but it gives a nice vantage point for the rest of the small valley, and is perfect for admiring the warm green that everything is, how lush and verdant and rich the land looks. Balmy wind is evident in the summar; it's really nothing like the sharp, biting snap of the breeze up on Voidfall’s parapets.
- Since Voidfall was brought up, Apidae is absolutely gorgeous, such a stark counterpart to the dark, frozen deserts of Annwyl (planet), all the vegetation and the sun backing molten into one's skin, the colors and the quiet and the gentleness of the land itself.
- If heights have been a problem for a while, then not up here, even as you edge a little further off the road, because it’s not a sheer drop, just a gentle decline, and the earth feels sturdy under one's feet, like one's grounded.
Mellifera ◆ { species on Apidae }
Bipedal race of beings with extra set of functional arms connected to the torso directly beneath primary limbs, possess the ability of flight through insectoidal wings, also split off into primary and secondary sets, their antennae act as another sensory organ that are capable of picking up on electromagnetic fields, gravitational shifts and thermal readings. The Mellifera are hardworking and compassionate people, will likely be welcoming to outsiders, mind your manners and you should be fine, show respect to everyone, it's very important. In summary, they’re a very close knit and family oriented group.
- Tubbo is from here, as is his mother Cissan. Both are amazing people. Your writer would like to thank Cissan for acting as their mother figure and even letting them call her "ama," as well as being considerate. You're a good mom, I hope to see you again soon. Your writer would like to thank their husband, Tubbo, for changing them for the better and showing them that it isn't just fake smiles and nonstop pain. That it's better to have an extra set, or two, of hands to hold. I love you, I hope to see you soon. ♡
- Ranboo, your writer, also lives here. Although we mostly stick to the stars, we often relax here. I'm an Enderian, discussed below in the Voidfall section.
- Updated information! Tubbo's pilot ID is " M thirty two-N seventy nine, craft ID IK ninety-seventy five R zero. "
WORDS
— Language: Apian.
— Most similar to: Welsh(?)
Words include...
"Heulwen" = Sunshine
"Stelledore" = Starlight
"Amote(s)" = Hurt(s)
Eshachi = Little asskicker/spitfire. {{ Note: This is the name of the best pilot ever's, Tubbo Underscore's, ship! Oh, he cried when I called him Eshachi. /pos , This is an affectionate insult. }}
FOLKLORE
"Hedera," a young Mellifera, lost one of her hair ribbons on a walk but found it the next day under her pillow. Which, somehow, proves the town has a very benevolent and all powerful ribbon fairy, and if someone wants a ribbon under their pillow, they just have to eat all of their pollen cakes. Most commonly believed by children.
The children also seem to believe that eating all of your pollen cakes makes you taller. Seeing as my cariad, Tubbo, is short, I choose to not believe this. /aff
>> Bosnoir Unsure of most stuff; the water cycle here actually runs counterclockwise here! Research, note to self.
>> Annwyl
Icy cold, not fit for people like Tubbo! In fact, Annwyl is frigid, probably never got much warmer than above freezing, and where Tubbo had been slowly getting frostbite standing outside in his full gear, the Ender were all walking around in relatively light looking fabrics, completely unbothered. For starters, it’s about as far as you can get in the galaxy and still technically be in it, located at the very end of one of Andromeda’s trailing arms, and even for its own system, Annwyl is at the very outskirts, the local sun just a weak, pale dot in the sky overhead. According to the Declassified Galactic Survival Guide, " Annwyl likes to present itself as a unified front, one planet, one people, all enjoying the wealth and benefits to being the single largest arms dealer in the galaxy, but your author very deliberately uses the word front, because that’s what it is, a story, a lie, about as thin as your sheet of standard cardboard. "
Extra things about Annwyl and/or Ender on the Declassified Galactic Survival Guide, along with information about the Sun Empire,
" Briefly talked about in earlier sections, but in dire need to be expanded upon, is the celestial snowball that put on airs and decided to be its own planet, otherwise known as Annwyl, home of the End crystal and the Ender. "
" Located a very unsensible distance from anything of major import, Annwyl was largely considered to be a galactic waste for many long eons, but as soon as some off their rocker Niroxan imperialized scientist put an End crystal in a short fusion reactor and created an explosion that leveled half their facility, Annwyl was now suddenly much more interesting. "
" The ensuing interest in Annwyl and subsequent fallout could be likened to the phenomena of that one unpopular girl in your school who abruptly becomes popular for some superficial reason, and then precedes to transcend entirely into peak Mean Girl status. "
" With the Sun Empire fully focused on getting their greedy little hands on as many End crystals as possible, the Enderian king at the time took it upon himself to forge a relationship of scarily dependent consumerism, basically making Annwyl the high roller drug dealer to the horrifically crippled Niroxan empire. "
" Since the Sun Empire’s main goal is continued galactic expansion, and with End crystals powering their cruisers, it significantly cut down on fuel costs which lead to the construction of more ships that needed their own End crystals, ballooning out of control until we have the frankly concerning fleet we have today, and naturally, all of this made Annwyl stupid wealthy. "
" Being essentially the arms dealer for the largest empire in the galaxy comes with its perks, extended influence and reach, a solid stream of income from a market that will never die, unprecedented control and favoritism in the imperial senate, but as always, there are drawbacks. "
" The chief ones being, namely, the forever widening prosperity margin amongst Annwyl’s social classes, but the only ones that care about that are the disparaged and they’re out of luck, but the other is nestled right at the glittering heart of Voidfall palace, because what do you think happens when you stick a bunch of Ender together who have never known the meaning of no and massive amounts of credits are involved. "
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" In this day and age, Annwyl is considered one of the crown jewels in the Sun Empire’s crown, and its reigning king enjoys unprecedented sway in the judicial halls on Nirox, pushes policies that will better their own planet and the never ending stream of wealth that floods into their coffers faster than their local sun can rotate. "
" It is often joked about but meant very sincerely that there are two rulers of the Sun Empire, the Niroxan Sun Emperor, and the End King of Voidfall, and if it were any other planet, the emperor would’ve wiped these notions clear from existence, but it’s Annwyl, the most unsensible place in the universe that has enough destructive power contained in small blue rocks to level the entire imperial fleet if they felt like it. "
" Unfortunately but not unsurprisingly, this dual pseudo-rulership helped spawn one of the most toxic court environments currently in existence, only outpaced by the now ended Plo-kin Dynasty from Ji’la which had so many assassinations and poisonings, people are still unsure who was ever actually in the royal court. "
" While certainly less enthusiastic than the Plo-kins, the Enderian royal court is no less deadly, on average sees an assassination or murder plot weekly, if not daily, as courtiers vie for favors with the king which in turn earns them favors in the wider Sun Empire, a deadly game of tit for tat that has only gotten more aggressive at Annwyl’s continually increasing prosperity. "
" The overall experience of growing up in Voidfall’s court has spawned generations of the most cagey, secretive beings in existence, and it’s said that the first thing young Ender nobles are taught above walking even, is the art of lying, and the best way to hide daggers inconspicuously on their person. "
" Which makes dealing with any Ender nobility an absolute nightmare because everything they do cannot be taken at face value, is probably part of some larger plot to gain the upper hand in the situation, and your author can attest to that fact because, after meeting several Ender diplomats and nobility that survived to adulthood, it is next to impossible to know where you stand with them, and they’ll never, even under pain of death, tell you. "
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" In the Andromeda Galaxy it is undisputed that the crown of authority rests squarely on the, proverbial and metaphorical, gold dusted head of Nirox, and one also can’t argue the fact that Annwyl sits high and pretty on that crown, enjoying all the benefits of being Dad’s favorite, but what is seldom talked about are the fastenings, the, less flashy, more practical aspects that hold the whole thing together. "
" Many would argue that Annwyl is the chief most important planet in the entire empire, which would make sense if you didn’t know much about anything else, because the Ender hold supreme jurisdiction over the End crystals and eek them out as they see fit, so that should make them principle above all others, but your author stands to make the case that what is a power source without something to power? "
>> Annwyl (continued)
— Voidfall (kingdom): Usually, there were dimly lit hallways and clusters of courtiers whispering behind the flicking shape of fans, eyes that always knew how to watch without looking, stiff backs and perfectly bland faces, everyone on their toes all the time, dancing around one another trying to find weak spots and guard their own. Ruled by King Zeetho, and was formally ruled by Queen Ettah, his wife that unfortunately passed. Next in line is Princess Reshaa. Your writer is not biased, but Ettah (my mom) was WAY better!!
— Voidfall's port: Tall pillars made of a dark, glassy material ring the landing pad, End crystals clustered at their tops to make up for the weak light that comes from the sun overhead, but you would see more in the distance, glittering on buildings and spacecraft. An extreme amount of elegant twining spires and arches of softly glowing light, and there, at the center of the 'city' (as Tubbo had called it,) rising like a huge, gracefully sweeping wave is a massive structure with a lot of gold and End crystals.
Ender(ian) ◆ { species }
A water-hating group of tall, void black beings. Seen with jewels, horns, tails, and overall fancy attire. They are mostly stuck up pricks, but not many want to be that way, that is simply how they are taught, especially royalty. Above subzero temperatures, they would not be drenched in sweat like others of a different species, apparently Ender missed that in the lotto wheel of life, but their skin do go weirdly ashy, as well as dry and cracked around their knuckles and the edges of their mouth, eyes dull whenever they’re actually open with clear fatigue on their face. When Enderians, or simply the Ender, teleport, it sounds like a whisper of something, pressure compounding like a blackhole. Oh, their ears can bob up and down & wiggle, particularly while interested in something! Your writer wishes to mention that we are not cats, despite the whole, "allergic to water," thing, the time that I chased a lazer light ( /kinmem ) ... okay, next topic.
>> Imuna
Imuna is just as dry and sandy as the planetoid Tubbo and said Ender had gotten stuck on, which Tubbo is now lovingly referring to privately as "Satan’s Asscrack," but it’s a lot cooler here, situated out far enough from its own sun that Tubbo, according to your writer, had to zip up his bomber when a chilly breeze rushes past. Next to him though, a particular Ender had unwinded considerably, tipping their head up and letting the wind ruffle their dusty hair, a deep noise of satisfaction rumbling out of their chest. This is because, while not perfect for Ender, it ensures that they are not miserable. The streets of Imuna are quieter in the morning, air icy with the remnants of night, not warmed up yet by the sun glowing pale on the horizon, and if you're a species with the ability to have hot or warm breath, you could do so to watch it fog and feel frost nip at your nose while you suck in deep breaths of chilly dawn air, if you need to breathe.
— Tignarth (town or city, perhaps?): Market stalls choke the street, striped canvas stretched tight over their roof and sides to provide some protection from the icy wind, vendors hawking their wares in rough voices, cycling through a dozen different languages trying to catch someone’s attention, and most of them know Tubbo from his travels, so whenever they see him, they switch to imperial standard pretty quickly. There is a very kind shopkeeper there, he's at a reputable parts shop, if you duck through the strings of shells and beads at the entrance and call out into the dusty space, he would likely respond.
>> Tjhia-Yuet
Stopping for things on Tjhia-Yuet often turns into a sightseeing trip around the capital, Tanasal-Yi, an ancient, crumbling thing that sits strung out between the boughs of the biggest trees that beings from Apidae who travel space have likely ever seen, greenery dripping off practically every surface, growing like crazy in the hot, humid air. You wouldn't expect an Ender to pick Tjhia-Yuet because:
- it was hot.
- It was basically one giant tropical rainforest with an average moisture count in the air that made everyone sticky within seconds.
– Tanasal-Yi (city): The city is massive and ancient, spans an impressive swath of the forest with most of it being built up in the tree canopies, large, moss covered bridges connecting buildings to one another, everything constructed of prehistoric, petrified lumber so hard it feels like stone under your feet. Colorful strips of cloth are bound together in massive braids, large, wooden beads about the size of a medium-sized Mellifera head spaced out along their lengths and hang down from branches overhead, clattering in the breeze like huge sets of chimes. Nestled in the heart of a monolithic trunk was an old, crumbling temple infested with plants that housed a giant statue of some local deity, but the Mellifera mentioned prior had lost it when he saw the thing had four arms, made the unfortunate Ender that he had brought along with him take a picture of him next to it trying to copy it’s pose even though locals glared at them with their tails all fluffed up.
For that section, your writer would like to apologize– not that they were there ( lie ) !
From yours truly, STAR / STELLEDORE (( THIS RENTRY IS A WIP & MAY NOT BE FINISHED ))