Capricia...
The large mansion stood in the middle of a the flat plains overseeing the grand expanse in all directions. A tree strategically placed by early landscapers had added a sense of the familial to a place otherwise isolated from the more sprawling, fast-paced cities.
A throwback from the technological centers that sprung up all over the three continents, it was easy for one to look upon the site and think, "old".
But such first impressions would have been flawed for the Caprician art to blend practical technology with aesthetic concerns was second to none. There was another level of hidden technological prowess that surged underneath the veneer.
Despite the "abandoned" look the mansion seemed to exhibit, it was very much alive.
And right now the clicking sounds of a person hasitly walking across a tiled floor was heard. Past the grand windows, each allowing only so much sunlight in and through the trickle of the indoor fountain found in the forward atrium.
He nearly burst through the double doors into the study and rushed across the thick, immaculate carpet to a singular individual.
"Visician." the man murmured in hushed tones, his eyes darting about as if someone would overhear his words.
"Janus." the older man, looked up from a book he was enjoying about the Rise and Fall of the Molinjar Uprisings about 1100 years ago. Staring at the younger, slender man, he wryly commanded gently. "Do sit down man. You look as if the Yuuzhan Vong are outside the doors."
"If it were only something that simple.." the younger man commented.
The Visician's eyebrows went up taking note of the casual way the younger man handled their near destruction and extinction at the hand of their late alien invaders.
"A node has been activated. Natabb District." the younger man gasped out as he found a seat.
"It happens." the Visician commented. "We've had two across the ocean also go off. With the destruction wrought to Capricia, the reconstruction will interefere with their purposes. The power output is brief and is unnoticeable."
The younger man wanted to blurt out but was unable too as a small glass of wine was put before him by a servitor that seemed to appear from nowhere.
He gulped it down to the amusement of the older man.
"It would be unnoticeable if it had gone off for a reason other than what it was designed for." he got out, placing the empty glass back on the servitor's tray.
The Visician, holding his own glass of wine contemplated. "You are saying it was detected?"
"By Vinda Corporation no less.." the man thought out loud with no little disgust.
"Now..now, Janus. We are the Commonwealth now. Vinda and Capricia. Hand in Hand."
"A Commonwealth certainly. But not the Commonwealth." the younger said flatly.
"Semantics. It is a good move for Capricia. It needs help."
"But there will be questions. Inquiries."
The Visician chuckled, "About what, Janus?"
Before the younger man could find an answer the Visician turned serious. "You are sure that they picked up the power output of a node? You're positive?" he asked sharply.
When Janus nodded, the Visician said something under his breath.
"A simulacrum. I wonder if it is he?"
"If it is a simulacrum, then we are looking at another Awakening. The last one was over .."
"..a thousand years ago. It seems too soon for another Awakening. Unless.." the Visician's lips began to tremble.
"Unless?" Janus prompted, growing fearful himself.
"Unless the Clannus Prime himself is here." The Visician's voice was barely above a whisper. The implications were very unsettling, especially after such a long period of time thinking in abstracts.
He began to gather himself, "Now, Janus, whether the Prime is here or not, what we do know is that there is evidence of a Simulacrum's presence. We need to learn more..."
"Discreetly," he added.
"Yes, Visician. I will attend to it." the younger man stood up and thanked the older man for his hospitality.
"Very well, Janus. Keep me apprised." was all the Visician said as the younger man left. He picked up his book and began reading...
"In the end, Molinjar died having destroyed the last of the Noble House. Had he lived, historians speculate that the shaping of the Clans would have taken a very radical turn. It is speculated that he might have even broken the isolationism and pushed the planet toward joining the galactic community called the Republic and by extension, the Empire."
The Visician stopped and smiled as he glanced up at Molinjar's old battle banner hanging over his fireplace in his home.
In Noble House..
He settled back into his chair and sipped his wine quietly contemplating present events and their relation to the future.
The large mansion stood in the middle of a the flat plains overseeing the grand expanse in all directions. A tree strategically placed by early landscapers had added a sense of the familial to a place otherwise isolated from the more sprawling, fast-paced cities.
A throwback from the technological centers that sprung up all over the three continents, it was easy for one to look upon the site and think, "old".
But such first impressions would have been flawed for the Caprician art to blend practical technology with aesthetic concerns was second to none. There was another level of hidden technological prowess that surged underneath the veneer.
Despite the "abandoned" look the mansion seemed to exhibit, it was very much alive.
And right now the clicking sounds of a person hasitly walking across a tiled floor was heard. Past the grand windows, each allowing only so much sunlight in and through the trickle of the indoor fountain found in the forward atrium.
He nearly burst through the double doors into the study and rushed across the thick, immaculate carpet to a singular individual.
"Visician." the man murmured in hushed tones, his eyes darting about as if someone would overhear his words.
"Janus." the older man, looked up from a book he was enjoying about the Rise and Fall of the Molinjar Uprisings about 1100 years ago. Staring at the younger, slender man, he wryly commanded gently. "Do sit down man. You look as if the Yuuzhan Vong are outside the doors."
"If it were only something that simple.." the younger man commented.
The Visician's eyebrows went up taking note of the casual way the younger man handled their near destruction and extinction at the hand of their late alien invaders.
"A node has been activated. Natabb District." the younger man gasped out as he found a seat.
"It happens." the Visician commented. "We've had two across the ocean also go off. With the destruction wrought to Capricia, the reconstruction will interefere with their purposes. The power output is brief and is unnoticeable."
The younger man wanted to blurt out but was unable too as a small glass of wine was put before him by a servitor that seemed to appear from nowhere.
He gulped it down to the amusement of the older man.
"It would be unnoticeable if it had gone off for a reason other than what it was designed for." he got out, placing the empty glass back on the servitor's tray.
The Visician, holding his own glass of wine contemplated. "You are saying it was detected?"
"By Vinda Corporation no less.." the man thought out loud with no little disgust.
"Now..now, Janus. We are the Commonwealth now. Vinda and Capricia. Hand in Hand."
"A Commonwealth certainly. But not the Commonwealth." the younger said flatly.
"Semantics. It is a good move for Capricia. It needs help."
"But there will be questions. Inquiries."
The Visician chuckled, "About what, Janus?"
Before the younger man could find an answer the Visician turned serious. "You are sure that they picked up the power output of a node? You're positive?" he asked sharply.
When Janus nodded, the Visician said something under his breath.
"A simulacrum. I wonder if it is he?"
"If it is a simulacrum, then we are looking at another Awakening. The last one was over .."
"..a thousand years ago. It seems too soon for another Awakening. Unless.." the Visician's lips began to tremble.
"Unless?" Janus prompted, growing fearful himself.
"Unless the Clannus Prime himself is here." The Visician's voice was barely above a whisper. The implications were very unsettling, especially after such a long period of time thinking in abstracts.
He began to gather himself, "Now, Janus, whether the Prime is here or not, what we do know is that there is evidence of a Simulacrum's presence. We need to learn more..."
"Discreetly," he added.
"Yes, Visician. I will attend to it." the younger man stood up and thanked the older man for his hospitality.
"Very well, Janus. Keep me apprised." was all the Visician said as the younger man left. He picked up his book and began reading...
"In the end, Molinjar died having destroyed the last of the Noble House. Had he lived, historians speculate that the shaping of the Clans would have taken a very radical turn. It is speculated that he might have even broken the isolationism and pushed the planet toward joining the galactic community called the Republic and by extension, the Empire."
The Visician stopped and smiled as he glanced up at Molinjar's old battle banner hanging over his fireplace in his home.
In Noble House..
He settled back into his chair and sipped his wine quietly contemplating present events and their relation to the future.