Kingdom of Vulsara
A Place of Passage
To say that the skies over Vulsar Base were accustomed to starships would be an understatement.
The massive planet below its many moons had star bases, City Ships, construction facilities, repair stations, Commercial Hubs, and docking ports nearly covering it's sky like stars. Each of the races that were members of the Amber Federation of Planets in the Vulsara galaxy had their own strongholds that serviced their own ships and the good-natured competition for the best spots was fierce.
Not that proximity mattered to them really since transporter technology was used far more often for transportation of materials and personnel then runabouts or shuttles. Still, Vulsar had certain surface features that were particularly attractive and the federation council doled out the best parts of space greedily.
If a planetary view could be considered a prized commodity then the cheapest real estate above the world was over the Ujāṛa desert mountain range. It was a testing ground for starship weaponry and had been blasted with every type of munition the races of the federation possessed. From ships in orbit, high altitude star destroyers, low altitude fighter crafts to drone and unmanned detonation devices. It had hosted battles on the grounds in nearly every level of technology the kingdom used. It also hosted a number of extremely rugged adventure races from time to time. The mountain range was harsh and rugged and towered 20,000' above the center plain called the Ujāṛa Flat.
What had once been a six thousand square mile desert of lifeless mountains risen up by powerful tectonic forces and scraped clear of life by the brush of an ancient singularity had had a three thousand mile circle burned out of it by ordinances to create a flat hard-packed plain. By custom the only life in the Ujara Flat was the occasional privileged tourist and the Effect and Weaponry Scientists inspecting the results of testing fire.
In the dark night before the last morning of the weapon range's service two people walk out of shadow onto the center of the target zone. The sky above them has been cleared of ships and the sky will remain free of them for a time. The stars shine down without the interference of ships and satellites.
The woman wore a loose green silk serape edged with silver lace. The man wore heavy boot and dark denim jeans and a loose flannel shirt. They laid out a blanket and set picnic baskets aside. They made love in a familiar way excited about the coming sunrise. Afterwards they ate a bit and performed a sacred ritual consecrating the ground to the power of Order and the Unicorn.
If anyone can consecrate a spot to Order it is this pair; one being Dworkin, and the other his wife, the Unicorn.
Into the vast silence came a noise louder then all the ordinance that ever ravaged and haled down the mountains of this dark plain. It crashes in like the tearing of the universe as the forces of power open a portal from in the Amber Sway into the depths of the Abyss that separates Chaos and Shadow. The stars quiver as the portal leaks wreck and ruin and a spinning fury of might slides through it. Above the spinning plate a floating figure controls the magics protecting the disc, himself, and three figures upon it.
The disc slams to the ground with a quake that shakes the massive world and momentarily disrupts its spin. Across the planet unsuspecting shelves are cleared of decorations and books, stasis fields snap on in critical areas, and the agility of billions is tested.
The small group of people hover off the disc at the last moment, moving up and away from the sudden contact. Protected by a glowing field that repels stone and dust the group moves quickly east amid the sudden uproar of the impact. One flies off to hover above the center of the disc, calling its powers upwards to him. The rest fly to land by Dworkin. Clearing the shielding glow steps a bedraggled man in a once sharp suit, holding a woman in one arm and a babe in the other. The look on his face is similar to that of a man who suddenly is dragged from the audience of the circus into the tiger's cage and told he must master them while juggling chamber pots and dynamite.
The hovering man spins slowly in the forces, directing them, light running along the increasingly bright engravings on the disc. Its surface an enraged plain of fire and assault, responds uncertainly with a sense of its own excitement and pain. At the edge the woman who is the Unicorn steps onto the disc and begins a leisurely walk twisting along the pattern that glows colorfully behind her. The raging red ahead of her senses her with glee and expectantly rises to greet her.
Around the edge of the disc Dworkin walks, the Jewel of Judgment on his breast, sanctifying the new place, locking the thing.
The City Ship and the New King
In the sky a ship comes from hyperspace and floats above the ruined land beginning its new life. Star Fleet member nation of the Voth Empire has gifted this city ship to the Empire of Amber and its captain waits the command to put it to its permanent use.
Hovering over the disc, the man sees the Pattern of Amber reemerge from the remnants of the fiery hell he had dragged it. Looking up he sends a silent signal to the captain of the massive ship above that slowly enters the atmosphere. Its undercarriage splitting to reveal the inner area prepared to cover the work below. The undercarriage separates as planned to create long spikes that striking the land pierce deeply to begin the construction of the protections beneath the new pattern's home. Settling hard the ship seems ready.
In the wake of the massive ship's descent followed thousands of smaller vessels that swarm it like bees. Each one depositing tons of rock and dirt and vegetation from three worlds that had been broken down for parts. The piles rise above the ship and is directed by the hovering man, well-known to the ship's crew, and by the Unicorn, Dworkin, and the man bearing precious cargo. The work above continues for days as other things occur. In time the weather control system on Vulsar will turn its combined might on the mound, bringing a cleansing rain to accumulated worlds of dirt spreading out the loam and giving battered vegetation room to grow.
Deep within the ship, now the city of Vanvalta, The ships crew finishes beaming to quarters in the Main Vulsar Base on the other side of the planet. The only remaining residents settle onto seats to examine the newly implanted construct, the rescued and repaired shadow of the Pattern of Amber, ripped from duress in the depths of the Abyss.
The Master of the House, King Vance of Vulsar, receives the blessing of his great grand parents before they depart.
Stepping to the rumpled man he takes the woman and leads her to a ships lounge with an open view of the vast interior room. Settling her on the sofa, he sits beside her. The other man walks over and sits, cradling the baby.
Vance speaks to the man, "You have my deep thanks, Vek. That last part was dicey as it was and without you I might have failed in the whole endeavor. I consider myself deep in your debt and want you to know that I consider that a debt you may call in at will."
Cradling the babe low, he flips a cigarette out and lets it light. The smoke carefully avoids the newborn child. "Yes, its convenient to have a Chaosian familiar with the Abyss handy in your deck of cards. However, I feel certain I'll have to answer for crimes against the State at home. I may come to you as an exile to collect on favors owed. "
Vek looks into the eyes of the babe in his arms, imagining a vast future.
"That is a Hendrake hellmaid you found time to impregnate. One of note, a cousin of mine no less. Hers is a complicated bloodline, cousin, as is mine. Between tearing Amber blood from the Courts and stealing what i'm sure Swayvil and the Lords of the Abyss would argue is their property, powerful property at that, I think you have made enough enemies today to keep you busy for a thousand years. Random had better expect a response."
"Random knew my purpose. Who I met along the way he had no way of knowing." Vance says while examining the woman.
Vek continues, pointing with the cig, "she is a child of Voya, Dara's mother. That makes her the aunt of the Ambassador to Amber from Chaos. It matters not that she was unknown to Amber, or Maylon, till now. There will be issues. And your child by her, is more Abyssal, then Chaosian or Amberite. She may trace her blood to Benedict, as I do, but she will have powerful connections in Hendrake, Helgram, Channicut, and Jesby. Not to mention what connections she may have developed in centuries in the Abyss. Voya was a great warrior, a gifted Hellmaiden even if her birth occurred after Lintra's death. Dara may have been little more then a waif at the time of Patternfall but Maylon and Voya had centuries, perhaps millennia, of battle behind them in realms along the Black Road. They stood near the cadre of bone warriors I was a member of at Patternfall. Do not delude yourself that there will be no consequences."
"I did not come to you entirely voluntarily but my own actions will paint me guilty in many of the eyes of Chaos. Frankly, I'll be lucky to live through an audience with either the Duke or the High Lord. You have incurred many debts, Amberite. I will not be shy in collecting."
Looking up at Vek King Vance nod. "You have made your point. I am warned. Will you stay for a time?"
Vek smiles, 'I assume I can find a room in this new city of yours with a piano and a supply of bourbon."